June 2009
81 posts
YOUR CONTENT HAUNTS ME
delgrosso:
After spending the first part of this morning’s infosoak reading all of your posts from last night, I am convinced that my dreams tonight will contain surreal Hardy Boys exploits set to a trippy Pink Floyd soundtrack.
It’s true, we tend to get a little experimental here on the Tumblr night shift. Stories with no words. Songs with no music. Hurt with no butts.
It’s not...
The End
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My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2009-6-28) →
Elvis Presley (144)
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Ween (73)
Chuck Berry (60)
Michael Jackson (44)
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Hey. Odd or even?
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Even. It always has to be even. Odd numbers make me feel…odd. They’re hard and jagged where even numbers are soft and smooth. Odd numbers get stuck in my throat, even numbers roll off my tongue. Odd makes me feel uncomfortable. Even makes me feel safe.
I see colors as odd or even, too. Green is odd. Brown is even. Brown is also four, though I guess that makes...
Chicagoans tweet up like old people fuck.
With very few quality photographs.
Hey. Odd or even?
Yeah. That's it.
eclaggs:
I am a bit confounded by my compulsion with checking in on Tumblr and Twitter. I mean, I’m not one of those people that has many followers. I’m also not the type of person that reaches out to get to know followers, other than through their posts. I have a small group of people that I follow. I don’t post terribly often. Mostly because I can’t compete with all of you and I don’t...
I hate the term butt-hurt.
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Sounds like somebody’s got himself a nasty li’l case of snatch ache.
It’s chronic hairintheurethritis. It’s a medical condition. I would appreciate just a smidge of sensitivity, you thoughtless clod.
Go on. Tell them the rest. A preventable...
I hate the term butt-hurt.
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Sounds like somebody’s got himself a nasty li’l case of snatch ache.
It’s chronic hairintheurethritis. It’s a medical condition. I would appreciate just a smidge of sensitivity, you thoughtless clod.
Go on. Tell them the rest. A preventable medical condition. One that...
I hate the term butt-hurt.
weselec:
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Sounds like somebody’s got himself a nasty li’l case of snatch ache.
It’s chronic hairintheurethritis. It’s a medical condition. I would appreciate just a smidge of sensitivity, you thoughtless clod.
Go on. Tell them the rest. A preventable medical condition. One that could’ve been avoided with a...
I hate the term butt-hurt.
weselec:
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Sounds like somebody’s got himself a nasty li’l case of snatch ache.
It’s chronic hairintheurethritis. It’s a medical condition. I would appreciate just a smidge of sensitivity, you thoughtless clod.
Go on. Tell them the rest. A preventable medical condition. One that could’ve been avoided with a little self restraint, an...
I hate the term butt-hurt.
weselec:
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Sounds like somebody’s got himself a nasty li’l case of snatch ache.
It’s chronic hairintheurethritis. It’s a medical condition. I would appreciate just a smidge of sensitivity, you thoughtless clod.
Go on. Tell them the rest. A preventable medical condition. One that could’ve been avoided with a little self restraint, an ounce of precaution,...
I hate the term butt-hurt.
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Sounds like somebody’s got himself a nasty li’l case of snatch ache.
I hate to be so me, me, me without a meme BUT
saidme:
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saidme:
BUT I AM POSSIBLY GROWING A BIG ASS TUMOR IN MY BRAIN.
I’m sorry about your ass tumor.
I would love to hate you but I find myself impossibly attracted to your copy. It’s like Sam and Diane but you’re Diane and I’m Woody. If I can choose, I would like to be the Woody from Toy Story.
I write copy at work. Here, I spew drivel. Let’s get that straight....
Moretti: You alone, or you got confederates?
Sonny: I’m not alone.
Moretti: How many you got in there?
Sonny: I got Sal.
Moretti: Sal? What’s that for? Salvatore?
Sonny: Sal. He’s the killer. We’re Vietnam veterans so killing don’t mean anything to us, you understand?
I hate to be so me, me, me without a meme BUT
saidme:
Let’s talk about me. If you are keeping track today: I spelled wear where, I overused the poor comma until the little dangly thing fell off, my sentence structure had none and a bunch of other stuff I didn’t catch and no one else mocked. Oh, you don’t know this but I almost spelled sewer — sewar. I know it is wrong to be so self-involved (not really comma it feels good) on this day when...
I think I just realized that there really is a...
I can’t recite the precise timeline. I know “Billie Jean” was all over MTV. And I know I spent a good deal of late-1982/early-1983 parked by the radio waiting for “Beat It” to come on. But then I guess a weird thing happened. I sorta became a teenager.
By the time Thriller cleaned up at the ‘84 Grammys, I’d gotten my hands on copies of The Police’s Synchronicity, The Pretenders’...
WARNING: please keep hands and feet inside the...
saidme:
Sigh. I was raised in the South and am ultimately more poorly edumicated than you, my internet peers. I ,too, use, too many commas, too. No swastikas though.
Is there a Commas for Dummies?
Yeah me too when you think about it I guess.
"The Greatest Show in Watts"
Fred accepts an elephant as collateral for back rent.
#067 "Going out of Business"
When the business isn’t making enough money, Fred’s accountant suggests that Lamont get a job. Lamont ends up at a haberdashery, but then Fred comes into the store as a wealthy eccentric and turns everything into disarray. Guess what, Fred? No refunds.
DO THE CHICKENHEAD Y’ALL!