(ugh that's awful. I need to stop trying to be a part of the cultural milieu)
(ugh that's awful. I need to stop trying to be a part of the cultural milieu)
Just Can't Get Enough by Depeche Mode
young David's joyously spastic dancing never fails to amuse me
Just Can't Get Enough by Depeche Mode
young David's joyously spastic dancing never fails to amuse me
A perpetual motion machine feeding on conflict, fear, and the promise of security, yet never satisfied. It bloats on endless wars, as lobbyists ensure no crumb of budget or conscience goes unspent. The more it takes, the hungrier it grows
A perpetual motion machine feeding on conflict, fear, and the promise of security, yet never satisfied. It bloats on endless wars, as lobbyists ensure no crumb of budget or conscience goes unspent. The more it takes, the hungrier it grows
WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST WRITE
WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST WRITE
“I think every woman should have a blowtorch.” A true American original that changed the world. With her towering frame, booming laugh, and zero pretension, she made haute cuisine feel home-cooked, teaching a nation that pleasure wasn’t reserved for the elite
“I think every woman should have a blowtorch.” A true American original that changed the world. With her towering frame, booming laugh, and zero pretension, she made haute cuisine feel home-cooked, teaching a nation that pleasure wasn’t reserved for the elite
A Thanksgiving Eve tradition. Some chase polish, Chris Gethard chased authenticity. Sandwich Night embodied the MNN era: sincerity in the face of absurdity. A sandwich becomes a point of shared indulgence, proving commitment outshines production value
A Thanksgiving Eve tradition. Some chase polish, Chris Gethard chased authenticity. Sandwich Night embodied the MNN era: sincerity in the face of absurdity. A sandwich becomes a point of shared indulgence, proving commitment outshines production value