I'm just like all of you, only more so.
He should Crossfit, because then he'd Crossfit, Crossfittily. It'll be Crossifttastic. Also, paleo.
Well said! I laid out pretty much the same dilevian vision in my book on how to succeed as an internet entrepreneur, Hugging It.
Except everything you praise Weezer for from music to lyrics to schlubhood was just a slightly more accessible riff on Pavement, not that I'm not stealing that line of argument from a Gerard Cosloy rant circa 1998.
Also, Sadie Doyle would like to have 9000 words with you.
Do you have some weird radar for medical students, or were there just a ridiculous number of them in attendance?
Imagine the inspiration were archaeologists to unearth a tarnished newsletter.
44 of 44 sentences were about The Real World. Aim for a gazelle or large carnivore.
Any girls wanna smoke. 34m San Francisco.
What with the megadrought, it sounds like Alex's frozen corpse and Moby's desiccated one can have a tits-up tete-a-tete.
Can we take a moment to talk about the headset mics? Because I totally remember watching Eric Kandel speak and thinking, "If only he were more like Janet Jackson."