Taylor Kitsch | GQ Photoshoot
All I can say about this is:
1) Are you fucking kidding me.
2) He is a pretty good cowboy [for a Canadian. srsly, listen to him say “tacos” and “señoritas” in the “Riggins and Street go to Mexico” story arc. Los LOLos.].
Haha. You’re like, OH WORD, I HEARD THAT SHIT IS MUCH WORSE THAN “REGULAR” RACISM, HOW DO YOU EVEN COPE.
(Source: yoisthisracist)
I think I’ve already expressed my compunctions about overly prescriptive diets (not to mention that following the RDWC diet to a tee makes for some illogical shopping — I’m sorry, the derby monster ate my budget too, I can’t buy half a peach…). I do the workouts, I try to maintain the suggested proportions and combinations of protein/complex carbs/fats, but I don’t sweat the exact meals.
Here, a molecular nutritionist examines the diet with tasty science and finds it coming up short on calories and shockingly high in sodium.
Looks like this essay was needed, so I went ahead and did it. Not sure I said everything I wanted to say, but I tried.
So, there’s this girl. She’s tragically orphaned and richer than anyone on the planet. Every guy she meets falls in love with her, but in between torrid romances she rejects…
filed under “shit I totally should have realized.”
you thought I didn’t really notice. But I did. I wanted to high-five you. Yesterday I had a pair of brothers in my store. One was maybe between 15-17. He was a wrestler at the local high school. Kind of tall, stocky and handsome. He had a younger brother, who was maybe about 10-12 years old. The…
Tears…
(Source: sweetupndown9)
Today I took a double decker bus tour just because I had never done so before. I could not stop being annoyed at the guy behind me who kept yammering about the boring DC administrative offices he works at, landmarks, food trucks, yadda yadda to his female companion. She mentioned coming from San Diego, and seemed interested in a way that felt a little inauthentic, like she was surprised at everything. I was rolling my eyes about the fact that Oh My God Now He’s Talking to Strangers when he told the person behind him:
“You want to hear something? She and I dated in college back in San Diego, 46 years ago, and we found each other three days ago on Facebook. The last time I saw her, I was leaving for Vietnam.”
I couldn’t be annoyed anymore, and maybe I blinked back tears on the top of a double decker tour bus.
The day following Boxing Day is known as Douchensday, the feast of St. Doucheous. St. Doucheous was an adviser to King Henry VIII who insisted upon making passive-aggressive “points of fact” and continually began sentences with the word “clearly” (e.g., “Clearly, your Highness meant ‘continually,’ because, in point of fact, ‘continuous’ means ‘going on without pause or interruption.’ And I needn’t point out the difference between ‘i.e.’ and ‘e.g.’ But I will in any event…” ). He was rent asunder by the King’s hounds, who were unpersuaded by his impassioned entreaties that “Welsh Rabbit” was neither.
Douchensday is celebrated by being disregarding sense and civility to be as aggressively pedantic as possible. St. Doucheous is the patron of political commentators, attorneys, and the Oxford Comma.
Skate, don't hate.
I made a joke a couple of weeks ago about how I never made it onto TwoEvils.
Shows you how long it’s been since I’ve looked at that thing.
The Major Arcana of The Dark Tower.
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We salute you deliveryman: hero of the rainstorm, warrior of the night.
bahahahaha
Fuck you cones!
All I can say without violating the WFTDA confidentiality agreement is...
