My pre-order is in.

It's a fine recreation of *that* Requiem for a Dream scene.

I hate it. It's one of those shots that stops falling in the playoffs.

Stephen Jackson of the Rams dunked on me so thoroughly in highschool that I felt (still feel) his testicles on my shoulder, fell down, and got asphalt in my hands and elbows. He was a freshman and I was a senior.

I refuse to give them the attention they're looking for. If no one engages, acknowledges, or even says their goddamn names they go away.

It's obviously "Ballsky".

At first I was numb.
Then I got angry.
Earlier this week I was baffled.
But now? I think I might enjoy this shit show. The Repubs are going to eat each other.

After they run out of paste.