Gunn ,'Not Fade Away'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
That's a sucky pile of frustration, ita.
As consolation, I offer you this amusing exchange from Grosse Point Blank.
Martin Blank: Did you go to your [10th high school] reunion?
Joan Cusack's character: I did sir. It was if everyone had swelled.
ION, I hate it when hipster zombies fart so hard shit, PBR and iPod nanos get in your hair.
Goodness. I thought I lived in Hippieville-on-the-Bolin. But there's a strong note of Hipster rising there, too. Patchouli or Old Spice (worn ironically)? How to chose?
ION, I hate it when hipster zombies fart so hard shit, PBR and iPod nanos get in your hair.
I now have a new idea for a Halloween costume - the "victim of a hipster zombie attack."
I so want to go home at lunch.
And you should.
The thing I find confusing about hipsters is that they sort of look like my friends and I (who were very uncool) in the eighties. So I meet them and think they are going to be nice geeky people and then I realize that they are not. They did seem to bring back fitted pants for men, so I will give them that.
I also feel about chicken how tommy feel about cows.
I was once chased by a herd of cows, on a hill, in the woods, in Sicily. Cows are terrifying at speed, let me say.
I have never been chased by a herd of hispters, but I suppose if I could figure out the right thing to shout in a rock club or the local vegetarian restaurant I might be some day; this town has 'em in spades.
On the upside, it's Hump Day and Leverage and Psych night. If I can survive that long.
I have never been chased by a herd of hispters, but I suppose if I could figure out the right thing to shout in a rock club or the local vegetarian restaurant I might be some day; this town has 'em in spades.
Go into a vegan restaurant and accuse someone of being a welfarist. Sparks will fly. It could be fun!
I was once chased by a herd of cows, on a hill, in the woods, in Sicily. Cows are terrifying at speed, let me say.
I am such a bad person that I am amused imagining the look on your face as you ran in mortal terror from Sicilian cows.
Oh well, better to abandon this whole "moral code" thing rather that risk feeling guilty about eating bacon
I can totally get behind this.