You ever have some mongoloid job at a chain restaurant or like, a hat kiosk at the mall or what have you and you bump into someone you know rolling past and you're both kind of embarrassed about seeing each other, but at least you're working and getting that paper and what the hell is this other dude getting at hanging out here anyway?
I have to write this junk. So what's your excuse? Isn't there a tabloid skank with her tubs out at some pool you can look at instead on The Superficial? Uh, what else do people do on the internet? They still have e-bay over there? Those muckraking scamps at Gawker invent any microscopically insignificant publishing celebrities lately?
I have to write this junk. So what's your excuse? Isn't there a tabloid skank with her tubs out at some pool you can look at instead on The Superficial? Uh, what else do people do on the internet? They still have e-bay over there? Those muckraking scamps at Gawker invent any microscopically insignificant publishing celebrities lately?
Anyway, the package is running dangerously low over here at List HQ if you feel me. Hopefully re-up in a few days.
Meanwhile we'll probably just keeping stealing photos from this site.
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wait a god-damned second. what is this all about?
http://www.11points.com/Personal/11_Little_Things_I_Inexplicably_Hate_Paying_For
looks familiar.
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