instead of watching the 50 Shades trailer, why not just make awkward eye contact with a total stranger at the grocery store for a solid 2 minutes and 34 seconds? you get the same skin-crawling, uncomfortable feeling but without the shitty writing, terrible acting and massive dose of rape culture
I’m flattered! Thank you. :)
I am a quitter. I come from a long line of quitters. It’s amazing I’m here at all.
Also, I’m never getting pissed because I just know I’ll become drunk Nicky, and I feel like that’s something only he can (barely) get away with. I’ll just get clumsy, arrogant, and be that arsehole that picks arguments about politics, and then pukes in your shoes later, provided I didn’t fall asleep (or my body didn’t pack it in) a few drinks in. I just know it.
It’s none of my business, really, but as funny as the videos of Nicky drunk are (if cringey), I’m glad to hear he cut down on the boozing. I worry about drunk people.
Drunk (just a little bit…) Nicky Wire during his solo concert in 2006 (I think that was in 2006, if I’m not wrong). This is beautiful…
All of the Manics’ exclusive shots in this week’s NME (HD, click each to enlarge)
"MARTY, WEVE GOTTA GO BACK, BACK TO THE FUTURE, AND STOP MY SECOND SOLO ALBUM"
People look down on McDonald’s employees but fail to realize that if all these folks left McDonald’s and pursued “better careers” your ass wouldn’t be able to get a McDouble with an Oreo McFlurry at 3am.
You can’t demand a service while simultaneously degrading those who provide it for you.
Numbers stations are mysterious shortwave radio channels of indiscernible origin that exist in countries all across the world and have been reported since World War 1. They are identifiable by the unusual contents of their broadcasts: seemingly random sequences of numbers, words, letters, tunes, and Morse code, usually spoken by artificially generated voices of women and children.
The most common theory regarding the purpose of these bizarre stations is that they’re used by governments the world over to secretly transmit encrypted commands and messages to spies. That said, even though numbers stations have been discovered all over the globe and in any number of different languages, no government has ever officially acknowledged their existence. While the espionage theory is a logical one, with no official confirmation of their purpose the jury is still out.
One particularly odd station, UVB-76, has existed since the late 1970s and has broadcast a simple, repetitive buzzing tone 24 hours a day ever since. On very rare occasions, however, listeners have reported a Russian voice interrupting the buzz to read out sequences of numbers and words, always in a consistent format — this happened once in 1997, once in 2002, once in 2006, 56 times in 2010, and 14 in 2011. As with all numbers stations, its true purpose is and will probably remain unknown, but the increase in frequency of whatever it’s doing is certainly odd.
You can listen to well over 100 recordings of numbers stations for free on archive.org but be forewarned that they’re all kind of, well, eerie. They feel like something you shouldn’t be listening to, which stands to reason since apparently you’re not supposed to know they exist.
found this gem in the 1996 Cornell Women’s Handbook. it’s what to say when a guy tries to get out of using a condom
We can only be friends if you’re kind of an asshole. Not full blown asshole because that’s no fun. And if you’re not an asshole at all then that won’t work either. A halfway asshole. Those are my kind of people.
I tried some of The Body Shop’s White Musk for the first time in years today, and holy crap I smell amazing. I wish everyone could sniff me right now and experience this.
The boys will sniff you.