Oh, I see what I did here.
Genuine question:
what is your coping mechanism for letting go of abstract rage?
To the person or persons** who ran up onto of my vehicle this weekend in Dawson City
Jumping first on the hood, then repeatedly on the roof, eventually causing $2500 worth of damage:
May your mothers, grandparents or whoever still believes you are good-natured never come to know the disappointment of finding out who you truly are as a person.
And may my own mother forgive me being so crass as to tell you to go eat a bag of dicks.
** I have no idea who these people were. I wasn’t in there at the time. I’m assuming it was just drunk rowdys at Dawson’s Discovery Days Festival.
"Here’s a fun prank you can do at home: Tell Sarah Palin we’ve found oil under Ground Zero."
— Slate’s William Saletan (via Twitter) (via inadvisable) (via savagemike) (via apsies) (via karion)
Honestly
If my dog as William Carlos Williams doesn’t make you people happy, I give in!
