Don't let anything stand in the way of your dreams, not even six city blocks of flammable housing.
Hello.
I went to college to learn how to spell and it's not going great for me.
I went to college to learn how to spell and it's not going great for me.
Don't let anything stand in the way of your dreams, not even six city blocks of flammable housing.
This story has a different outcome if it doesn't take place in Florida. You know it. I know it. These doctors know it.
You can be a rich douchebag. And you can be a rich douchebag with a beautiful wife. But you can't be a rich douchebag with a hot wife who makes weird hand motions.
Show me a 1930's subway car with a ceiling fan and I'll kill myself in front of you.
You may as well remove Bangkok from every map, because in my terrified, bloodshot eyes it's as good as gone.
Impressively terrible reflexes from everybody in The Hague. I watched the video and all I saw I were old dudes, so I guess that makes sense. Old dudes: great sense of justice, very slow reflexes.
The one thing I learned from The Departed is getting caught wearing a wire is the quickest way to get a bullet in the head.
This week of botched sting operations is a reminder that you don't choose the spy life, the spy life chooses you. And the spy life often chooses wrong.
This is pretty convenient if you're a parent looking to cut back on Christmas gifts this year, but truly terrible if you're a reindeer herder who just lost all your best reindeer-mates.
Dying by Prius as an animal is like being dunked on over and over again by a 5'6 nerd except at the end of it you die.
I wrote this blog three weeks ago and published it to the wrong page, so you get to read it now! Blogging is hard!
Look I'll own this one: from September to January I'm a deplorable piece of shit. You may not be able to see it, but it's surely true.
