With the scandal rocking the Church, I’ve been watching clips from The Young Pope to keep my spirits up.
James Keen is an interesting figure. I don’t buy everything that he’s selling, but some of his thoughts regarding debt/banking are interesting.
How the hell did my girlfriend get all the way to Texas?
L to R: World, Mare.
Some music to start your day.
Good luck. You’re one-fifth of the way through the work week. Don’t give up now!
Inspired by a general fondness for beaver, Jam’s recent Rodentia killing spree and Hotspur’s trip to the shores of Beaver Island, I’ve decided to devote today’s poat to the lovable furry critter called The Beaver.
My car is misbehaving. Gotta take it to the garage peeple so that they can come up with some kind of bullshit list of offenses that may or may not fix the problem.
Wouldn’t it be nice if you could just rub a little ointment on the car, buff it out, and there you go – good as new?!
Update/car in:
A little collection of the things I found this morning on Facedouche.
Plus this comment from who knows who:
How do police keep bringing in these mass murderers alive, yet use deadly force at traffic stops?
And finally a link to <a href=”https://johnpavlovitz.com/2018/04/23/waffle-house-shooting-a-white-shooter-a-black-hero-and-white-presidential-silence/”>this article </a> which is vomit inducing.
The Official Sports Team of The Hostages
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