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I rarely know what you’re talking about.

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Okay, if you can think of something more horrifying than this that’s made the news in the last five years, please let me know, because I’m fully prepared to spend the next several weeks being exclusively horrified by this.

Yes, that is a guitar full of milk

Listen up, Internet. Have you seen this?

You’re welcome.

Imagine a big Tim McVeigh right in your face

Yeah, so I just found out that the Seattle Supersonics are moving to Oklahoma City. Apparently this has been percolating for a while and I have just not been paying attention. Well, now I can’t stop thinking about it. You know why? I’ll tell you.
Hopefully the Sonics will change their names when the move to [...]

Dear Superdelegate Reggie Whitten of Oklahoma,

(From here)
One superdelegate, Reggie Whitten of Oklahoma, endorsed Mr. Obama on Tuesday because, he said, he believed the candidate needed a new public vote as the Clinton camp was battering him daily over the bitter remark.
“I don’t think all of this divisiveness is helping him, so it was a good time to send a signal [...]

Mom called the Doctor, and the Doctor said, “No more homos jumpin’ on the bed!”

Ohmigod, I don’t want to get ahead of myself or anything, but I think it may be time for Luke and Noah to finally do the deed. See, things were incredibly boring and ridiculous for a few weeks, so I didn’t want to recap them because they were so awful. Noah and Muslim girl are [...]

Dear Bohemian National Cemetery,

So I’ll admit I was a little concerned when, toward the end of our visit, we discovered the gates had been locked. But when Erin called the number on the office and a friendly man picked up and gave us directions to the service expert, the only black mark on our experience vanished.
Beyond that, our [...]

Keep my ass in the chair and keep reaching for the stars

From me to you, Doctor Who.

Dear April,

You’re fast approaching March in the overall undesirability category, despite my prior refutations of the Eliot’s notion that you, not your predecessor, are the cruelest month.
Oh, you started off promising enough, with your three or four spectacularly beautiful days and that 12-hour period when I thought we were getting two grand back from The Man. [...]

Dear SSRIs,

I sure do miss you when my prescription runs out.
in rage,
-b.

Dear TurboTax,

I don’t know whether to blame you for offering me false hope, or myself for mistakenly checking that one solitary box, the one that made the difference between us getting $2,150 back from The Man this year and us owing The Man $386. I really don’t.*
What I do know is that I was enjoying the [...]

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