I'M JUST THIS GUY, SEE. JUST THIS GUY. THIS GUY. GUY.
This can only be the language of a jilted ex.
If there was a comparable nuclear incident in, say, Altoona or Rochester or Burlington, you'd best believe everyone in New York would be freaking the freak out.
I bought every one of their albums until Automatic for the People, which is where I concluded Michael Stipe's vague because he's trying to obscure just how much he's a pretentious dummy and a closet case.
This was an unfair conclusion made nearly twenty years ago when I myself was pretentious and (partly) closeted, but I've never returned to them--except for Accelerate, which I bought on a whim and found to be eh.
Murmur and Reckoning remain flawless.
There's a wide and mysterious gulf between "Sexual abuse may not acutally ruin the lives of the abused to the degree we thought" and "If one of my daughters was molested, I would be devastated" that really needs to be mapped out.
To make it all legible for everyone: Equitorial Guinea is what would happen if Charlie Sheen ran a tiny, oil-rich country.
Actually, can someone run a tiny, oil-rich country without being Charlie Sheen?
Yes, fight the real enemy: internet anecdotes.
I'm so relieved that he numbered his points because otherwise I wouldn't be able to keep track of them!
Why hasn't Choire transformed that post into a screenplay yet?
But we hope and expect the American people – trade unions, professors' associations, student unions, activist groups, to come out in support of us.
Somebody didn't update their mental dossier on the American people and it's breaking my heart.
They might get a Twitter campaign, though! There's that!
Much as I love the Louvin Brothers, I kinda hate how the cover of Satan is Real always gets used as proof that boy, them yokels sure could be wacky about the devil!