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Nominate @gknauss for most John Cheeverish use of the future perfect tense. |
Need help assembling a list of sandwiches *containing* bread; chicken caesar and turkey w/stuffing already accounted for.
THANKING YOU. |
‘Dechticaetiative’? COME ON. |
Pretending to know something about linguistics is the new pretending to be bisexual. |
I shall be at http://bookcamp.pbwiki.com/ yes I shall. |
Even a light grasp of stochastic processes will tell you that a new version of Cum On Feel The Noize is overdue. |
Vaguely in love with Alec Baldwin. OK with that. |
Wherever better than Top Chef to be reminded what a complete testicle Toby Young is. |
All I’m saying is they’re too important to be called ‘titties’. |
Fresh boar tracks in the morning snow snapped the dogs into long-distance tracking mode. Hoping to hear from them by May. |
Putain, il neige comme en siberie. |
My girlfriend, just now: ‘By the way he dances, you can tell he killed somebody on the way here’. |
When I die I want to be slathered in Bull-Dog Tonkatsu Sauce and sliced up like the shark that twatty artist guy did. CLEAR? |
Holy krap, Brideshead Redecorated is the Worst Movie Ever Made. Bar none. Without ambiguity. Full stop. Fawk. |
Yeah, Brody Jenner can pretty much fuck off. |
Never thought I'd one day buy a newspaper just out of a vague sense of pity for the people who produce it. |
‘His heart now pumps mainly melted ice and bloody mary mix.’ —my subconscious, last night |
It’s like sandwich day at 30 Rock but the teamsters brought books and the dipping sauce is MADE OF BOOZE. |
Much love and bounty to all. Kiss your sweethearts and knock off the grumbling for a bit - you've got it pretty good. |
Power just went out three times in a row. It’s officially Christmas. |
