Goddamnit.

I don’t know guys, this is a pretty fun naming convention. My kid’s name:

– Weather, the known variable
– Will Ferrell, my elven spelling of friendship (Buddy)
– Thunderquack = My favorite aircraft. No weapons, just a closable duck bill
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– (M = Mambo #5, my favorite song)
– (aluminum possum)

nothing like ruining your kid’s life on day one just so you can score cool cred points and show people how edgy you are

i’m sick of this shit, when will the billionaires finally catch a break?!

I don’t know if anything in history has ever been less worth it

I love how Trump pretends to be a working man’s kinda guy, but when he gets around people actually working, he looks like a born again who wandered into a drag show.

I can’t wait for this idiot to be gone. And to be clear by “gone” I mean just about anything that means I don’t have to look and listen to his stupid fucking nonsense every goddamn day.

Imagine having this level of deranged brain where you are playing with your phone and interacting with random Twitter users in the first moments of your child’s life.

the real question we should be asking ourselves is why would anyone have a shared favorite aircraft?

— Father/Daughter Records (@father_daughter) May 6, 2020

It’s sweet they named their kid after a Bob Iver song

Anyone plan on making a Freddy Mercury anal sex joke?

imagine giving a shit about the rock and roll hall of fame

Pretentious is what I’d say in a word association game, based as much on their set at the Pitchfork music festival as this story.

i’m generally pro-musk, and i think the media treats him unfairly, but yeah – there’s no arguing this one.

The ironic thing about comments left here. In less than 24 hours no-one will care about the uneducated opinions left here. In fact, outside a handful of people each of you know what you do and say in meaningless and you will quickly be forgotten.

Meanwhile, Elon Musk’s will be remembered by people for his genius long past his lifetime.

Enjoy your brief and forgettable existence while it lasts.

I went to high school with these guys. Big memory (besides one of them cheating off me in English) is when they played a set of our graduation— popped on Kendrick’s “Backseat Freestyle” and cut out all the music in the intro so they could yell “MARTIN HAD A DREAM” themselves.