So are Cheetos
The Walking Dead, finished, and it was great. That is all.
Yeah, let's blog the fuck out of this year
I'm like 98% sure I saw Jason Robards at Rocky Rococo's today. No big deal.
Why put a "close door" button inside the elevator if it doesn't fucking work?! How difficult it is? If I see a bunch of ass clowns coming and would prefer a solo ride from the elevator rather than sharing 4 floors of hell that lasts less than 20 seconds, why can't you close the fucking door when I push the fucking button?! GOD DAMN YOU!