This is for you, the ones who refuse to sit down when you see injustice, the ones who aren’t afraid to be themselves even if it means being friendless, the ones who are told they are wrong, wrong, wrong all…
Joan of Arc
Way, way back in the 1980’s…
When America’s #1 Shoulder-to-Cry-On provided the cyclist a place to confess, or more like a place for him to kinda open up and kinda admit how he hung bags of blood from hotel walls so he could cheat to win, that’s when all the rumors became fact. And that’s when another hero fell.
Black sheep are more likely to be hit by lightning than white sheep.
You can only catch a yawn from someone that you like. (The same is true for sneezes.)
You can memorize as many quotes from Bertrand Russell and Benjamin Franklin as you like, but few will put the argument to rest as quickly as “I don’t know.”
Whenever I see a particularly diverse group of friends, I make cynical, outdated references to the Burger King Kids Club. Well, this one makes me feel old and kind of racist.
…I am not afraid. I was born for this.
Reality TV has long been a staple in households since civilization began to take shape. If you will, let’s take a look back at some of the most groundbreaking shows in reality television history.
I was in all ways a better and more interesting person when I was a little kid. There is one main difference between me as a kid and me now. As a kid, I followed through with shit. Did I want to learn about medieval history as a kid? Then by god, I read every single book ever about medieval history. Did I want to learn how to draw the Superman symbol? Then I would sit at our kitchen table and repetitively draw that symbol until my fingers bled.