A cat? A friggin cat? How about something cool like a toaster or a bi-plane? Let the internet vote, and it always comes up fucking cats.
Saturday’s child works hard for a living. Unless he’s a mailman.
Random conspiracy theory generator! You better believe they’re harvesting your keystrokes!
Newballpark’s article about the Tarping of Mt. Davis reveals that Lew Wolff uses an LA-based company for his tarp installations. Of course he does.
You know, if you take away the breasts and the butt cracks and the exposed puffy bare flesh why should I bother to watch the Grammys at all?