A photographic collection of vanity license plates, from the clever and witty to the inane and idiotic, to the family-friendly, sports-enthused, and patriotic. Every day, a new plate.
Whatever trouble you're getting into is none of my business. I just suggest you get it out of your system tonight so you have all day tomorrow to recover.
It's Friday, so unless you are one of those suckers who works on weekends, it's time to start the party. And if you don't have Saturday and Sunday off, all I can say to you is
The thing I don't understand about Cracker Jack is that all of the elements (caramel, popcorn, peanuts) are awesome separately. Together, though, they just don't work for me.
Read Meg's new piece for Refinery29!
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It's just a slideshow of me being a lonely, snarky asshole, but I still
call that journalism when I go home for the holidays.
A (Misanthropic) Look At The ...
Winter Blows
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I drove past a church yesterday with this sign outside: It’s so cold, even
the people doing God’s work are pretty much like, “Yeah, fuck it.”
I'm a huge Washington Capitals fan, I love reading and writing to the point that I recently completed my (useless) Master's in English, and I am the proud owner of the most handsome dog of all time (that's not him in my profile picture, though, because his identity must be protected)