that anyone who made it through Magnolia should somehow have those three crumpled, stained hours given back to them
that nice-try-pal self-styled ‘libertarian’ Glenn Reynolds be referred to henceforth by his proper name, ‘The InstaPublican’
that he or she who sends a jar of Adams peanut butter (smooth, salted) shall be distinguished as a good person and true
that it is entirely acceptable (it is entirely, objectively noble) to address anyone who would propagandize transparent, toxic junk in the name of those who died September 11, 2001 a grave-robbing cunt
that I did flinch typing that, yes, but only from habit
that ‘Can’t Hardly Wait’ by the Replacements is the best song to play loud on car trips short and long