The story from last weekend was asked to be published anonymously, another story’s author has since been taken on as a contributor, and any others have simply been emails I’ve received (as opposed to actual submissions from aspiring writers) posted with their consent. I don’t see anything ridiculous about that unless you want me to drop these people’s names in against their will.
I usually disagree with 95% of the things you say, but damn, “Dunking on 7 foot hoops and loitering around town is better than staring at a screen for 18 hours” is the truth.
Noted.
I don’t have an answer. It’s like watching Girls. I can’t stop watching and commenting on it no matter how miserable they become.
Don’t worry, he’s been contacted. We’re not in the business of dicking people over.
The story from last weekend was asked to be published anonymously, another story’s author has since been taken on as a contributor, and any others have simply been emails I’ve received (as opposed to actual submissions from aspiring writers) posted with their consent. I don’t see anything ridiculous about that unless you want me to drop these people’s names in against their will.
I’m a fucking vault.
Heard some people jawin’ in the comments yesterday about Tuesdays making a run at Wednesdays, had to show up.
You know, maybe we should take a step back and reassess things.
*Currently on Johnny D’s Facebook looking for pics of Maria and Allison*
Yeah, I misread it first time around, saw no one had commented, sighed relief, only to see your comment and hate myself.
He’s got a soul album that’s fire. An Uber driver in San Francisco introduced it to me.
Man, I’m feeling pretty bad about myself now that I just got cyberbullied about not knowing the fiscal stats behind cities in Rhode Island.
Oh, and Berklee costs $37,800 so.
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I usually disagree with 95% of the things you say, but damn, “Dunking on 7 foot hoops and loitering around town is better than staring at a screen for 18 hours” is the truth.
Hang onto her as long as you can, 19th Hole. Going back in the trenches sounds like hell.
My wheels are turning so follow me on Instagram just in case I go silent for a few days and wind up in Greece.
It was a Phil Dunphy quote, player.
#DillonWearsCoolPants
Remember that time Julie intentionally crashed her car into a damn pole? Is that the type of crazy you wanna deal with in any capacity?
Does “Texas Forever” mean nothing to you?