Okay, this one is definitely better than the last. I was a-gittin’ desperate.
Your Life is Rated R |
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Okay, this one is definitely better than the last. I was a-gittin’ desperate.
Your Life is Rated R |
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As usual, win vast fame and the right to be eaten first when the Earth is cleared off. No cash.
Stolen from Gawker, who stole it from Towelroad, who stole it from Getty. I THINK. These geopolitical media conspiracies are so damn confusing since I stopped reading The Nation.

My suggestion, if the LolMaker (TM) were working correctly, which it is not…
“Invisible Intern!”
Also: Blair looking hawt again. Screwing over his successor and hooping his own party for a generation or so agrees with the boy.
Yeah, so the internet has finally pretty much run out of quizzes. Back to writing them for me…
You Are Rudolph |
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Why You’re Naughty: You sometimes stick that nose where it doesn’t belong Why You’re Nice: Christmas would be a sad affair without you! |
This one was kidnapped at midnight, stripped naked, dedicated to Hypnos and Persephone, and posted far away from its origins here.
Take that in any form you’d like. You could be a DJ, you could paint, you could write, you could even code. Still, you hold whatever you do as Art. You are passionate, and you can also try too hard.
Created by ptocheia
Wrenched from the clutches of Envelope Filter, who has it coming for tagging me with the five things or three eateries or thinking random or eight blogger meme, I can’t remember which it is. But one or more of them, surely.