media strategist, finance and energy. new york, ny.
I opened up a new tab so that I could tumblr this, and immediately felt a deep sense of shame.
Tom Graves (R-GA)
When does someone get to tell assholes to quit with the Yankees-cap-and-business-suit thing?
It's isn't the buying of the household cleaning products -- the stuff that makes the coffee pot clear again, the stuff that makes the kitchen floor smell like gin, the stuff that makes the dining-room table devoid of grime, the stuff that makes the knick-knacks on the shelves clean, the stuff that makes the shower a shade brighter -- that gets me.
It's the part where I come home and silently use them.
So lemme get this straight: Companies that have a business interest in having old people die are seeing those old people not die, but instead continue to live? This is terrible! (For the companies!)
Related: My gchat is a chorus of ...and how is it only two-fuckin'-thirtys.
BRB, moving me and my stable, reasonably profitable media consulting business to London.
Just fast-forward to the part where we swindle old folks out of their life insurance policies and then hope they die immediately.
I do order the chicken; however, I also ask for extra cheese, so I'm not entirely compromising the exacting requirements of procuring food from this establishment.
Either way, I think I'm adequately on record around here as not liking food to begin with.