I don’t miss him.
I don’t miss him.
Matt Stopera, do you ever wonder what your life might be like if you were not a Professional Homosexual?
“BuzzFeed Sports breaks down the first round with jokes. Tons of jokes.” Not one of them funny.
“Because when you think analysis of American politics, you think Philadelphia center Spencer Hawes.” No, I think of the lockstep jerkoffs at Buzzturd.
We’re better than those people! We’re smarter than they are! Look at them! Hahah! Dumdums! Hooray! We’re US! Feh.
Lacist! Lacist!
¡El racisto! ¡El racisto!
Whitney Jefferson—and, by extension, the (w)hole of Buzzturd—this list embodies your vacant, vagrant, anti-existence. Parroting, dribbling, rotting away, repeating and repeating and repeating mushy nothingness as your every keystroke, make that your every breath, detracts from the fact of human experience.
I hope those Norwegians fucked and ate that delicious-looking sheep—and not necessarily in that order.
It’s “Father and Son” by Cat Stevens, Master Fact Checker.