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On How Should We Deal With The Worst Of The Internet?

how was that not a question you asked him

Posted on March 25, 2014 at 4:53 pm 0

On How Should We Deal With The Worst Of The Internet?

why the fuck is this guy using two teakettles at the same time

Posted on March 25, 2014 at 4:53 pm 1

On How Should We Deal With The Worst Of The Internet?

"To the last I grapple with thee; from hell's heart I stab at thee; for hate's sake I spit my last breath at thee."
"That is massively not cool."

Posted on March 25, 2014 at 4:46 pm 1

On Meet The Awl

you have missed an obvious opportunity to go with 'the trawl.com' lance

Posted on March 4, 2014 at 12:41 pm 2

On ENG347: Eschatological Thrills in American Literature and Film

This was wonderful and I am going to reconsider why I spent any of my time today arguing that a film needed more incest in the comment section of a days-old post.

Posted on October 8, 2013 at 2:27 pm 0

On ENG347: Eschatological Thrills in American Literature and Film

The 1987 movie adaptation of Flowers was decidedly not a classic; it removed all references to the incest that completely drives the plot of the next four books.

Posted on October 8, 2013 at 2:26 pm 1

On How To Install A Soda Fountain In Your Own Home

I WANT TO MURDER HIM FOR BEING SO WRONG ABOUT DIET COKE CANS

Posted on September 23, 2013 at 3:54 pm 0

On Ask Polly: Should I Give In And Be The Other Woman?

THE BONERSHRINKER

Posted on July 31, 2013 at 2:46 pm 5

On Ask Polly: I'm Almost 30 And I'm Terrified Of Losing My Looks

lollll "the noble pone"

Posted on July 17, 2013 at 5:03 pm 3

On Ask Polly: I'm Almost 30 And I'm Terrified Of Losing My Looks

Ah, my face. My face, my face, my oldest and my only friend. Where were you when the mountains rose up out of the sea so they could admire their stern and rockbound reflections? Nowhere. But my face was there. Where were you when the mighty larch, the noble pone, the sky-bound sequoia thrust themselves out of the black and stinking ground to glory in the light of the sun? Staring, whimpering and afraid. But my face was there, looking amazing. When my face leaves, all wonder and joy will depart from the world, and I shall term myself Ichabod, for truly has glory left the house of Israel.

I will make myself a house of stones and leaves, and live by the river, and be silent, when my face has gone.

My beautiful, very beautiful face, that is so beautiful.

Posted on July 17, 2013 at 5:03 pm 8