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For reals. Fuck you and the horse you rode in on.
“And that energy, once we can harness it correctly, is going to allow us to manipulate time.”
President Barack Obama’s first day and the things we don’t know.
We’ve got work to do.
Obama signs the order to close Guantanamo within a year.
Student decapitated at Virginia Tech.
“That is one of the things that’s very attractive about secrecy – it gives you a lot of control.”
Man murders his estranged wife because she changed her Facebook status to “single.”
Obama: “ I remain committed to protecting a woman’s right to choose.”
Man and woman have a fight in front of a elementary school. He then hits her over the head with a beer bottle.
Obama keeps his blackberry.
Headmail to the future!
“ To Hate Like This Is To Be Happy.” Above, the last ever. Get Your War On
Obama to Bush: “ I can release your records. Don’t like it? Sue.”
Kanye: “Paparazzi give real photographers a bad name. Pictures are worth a thousand words, theirs are worth a thousand dollars.”
Gitmo apparently made the enemy combatants even more hardcore.
Oscar: “Are you… dead?” Eli: “No. Can’t you tell?”
One thousand novels that everyone should read.
Ms. Hawking is back! (Is she Faraday’s momma?)
Well, I guess Kanye was right. A picture is worth a thousand words.
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Not as rare as you might think
Yahoo always runs such great
AP headlines. There is really not much else to say. I like that after the crazy Chinese guy beheaded the dude, he then proceeded to cut off other body parts and eat them. That’s an A for effort. But the ad campaign: that’s just stupid. Nobody ever calls it “car rage” or “bus rage,” they call it “Road Rage.” And busses are on roads. Unless they’re AirBusses (then they’re nationally subsidized and anti-competitive).
Besides, I once did a cross-country 60-hour deal on a Greyhound and there’s nothing fucking relaxing about that. For one, you don’t sleep. Not if you want to keep your stuff. And even if you wanted to doze, the chairs are too uncomfortable for it. Plus, I think they stopped every four hours to refuel and you had to get off.
The moral of this story is that
knife fights are totally in!