Friday, December 16, 2011
R.I.P. Christopher Hitchens
What to say about an incredibly courageous man with one of the most wickedly brilliant minds in all of journalism? This is the guy that toured the country espousing his anti-theist views and was surprised that, instead of a lynching, he was heaped with praise from fellow non-believers. This is the guy that had no problem turning his back on a movement, like socialism, when it lost it's moral compass. This is the guy that willfully got waterboarded to prove that it was torture when none of the defenders of waterboarding had the guts to do it, and he was 59!
He wrote for The Nation and Vanity Fair. No topic was taboo for him and he even allowed Graydon Carter to assign him a series of de-stressing spa visits when the truth is, he would rather be anywhere else. After all, Hitchens has been eating stress for breakfast since the Vietnam War, along with Johnny Walker Black by his side. He thrived on it.
Another great Lion is gone. He succombed to esophageal cancer at the age of 62, and I will miss his articles terribly.
Link to Vanity Fair which has a ton of tributes to him today-
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Kids Getting Bad Presents
I love the little boy who tells his sister that she should appreciate her half eaten sandwich. Little shit!
Try not to laugh. I dare you.
Try not to laugh. I dare you.
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Shit Girls Say
I love that she is munching chips with a tiny vodka bottle tucked in between her and her boyfriend.
Shit that me and my girlfriends say:
Where's the Xanax? You swore that there would be Xanax at this party!
You want a blow job? You're gonna have to promise me a mother-in-law free holiday.
I think she might actually eat that Hillshire Farms catalog.
Is she trying to plug the cable box into the toaster?
She's got Munchausen by Facebook proxy.
No, she's a Whirling Dervish of the Mundane!
That's so cyu-ooo-ute!
Do they still enforce child labor laws?
You are all just a bunch of Nigerian princesses.
Bless her heart!
No self respecting cat would sit still for that.
Are you mad at me? You're not mad at me, right?
I secretly love Tang.
Maybe Groupon will offer a deal on liposuction that I can jump on.
You know who you are....There are many, many more, trust me.
Shit that me and my girlfriends say:
Where's the Xanax? You swore that there would be Xanax at this party!
You want a blow job? You're gonna have to promise me a mother-in-law free holiday.
I think she might actually eat that Hillshire Farms catalog.
Is she trying to plug the cable box into the toaster?
She's got Munchausen by Facebook proxy.
No, she's a Whirling Dervish of the Mundane!
That's so cyu-ooo-ute!
Do they still enforce child labor laws?
You are all just a bunch of Nigerian princesses.
Bless her heart!
No self respecting cat would sit still for that.
Are you mad at me? You're not mad at me, right?
I secretly love Tang.
Maybe Groupon will offer a deal on liposuction that I can jump on.
You know who you are....There are many, many more, trust me.
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