I don’t know about other English-speaking cultures, but in Britain thick means dim, slow, a bit stupid. So I quite like the fact that the video for Robin Thicke’s Blurred Lines features his surname as a hashtag in giant red letters. It’s like he’s misspelling an insult to himself. Flashing up #THICKE on the screen, he might as well include #STUPIDE #MORONE #IDIOTE #BRAINLESSE WANKERE
I READ ALL OVER THOSE WORDS IN A FRENCH ACCENT
According to this tweet, people attending The Crucible are leaving BEFORE the play is over and BEFORE the actors have taken their bows, in order to secure themselves a good spot in the Stage Door queue to get a picture with Richard.
This is about the rudest and most…
Headcanon where Cecil is a poncho wearing bird-man descended from the Egyptian falcon god Horus (as in, daddy has a moon in one eye and a sun in the other so the twinsies came out as Cecil and Kevin.)
Cecil forgets about this every time he goes in for reeducation, so Carlos has to gently remind him on a regular basis.
One morning, I was awakened by a knock at the door. I rolled out of bed, threw a blanket over my shoulder because it was cold, and made my way to the front of the house. I opened the door and a very nice Mormon lady handed me a pamphlet and launched in to a well-rehearsed spiel about accepting jesus in to my life when she stopped mid sentence and gave me a peculiar look. I used this pause in her speech to politely decline her offer and wish her a pleasant morning. It wasn’t until I looked at what she handed me that I understood why I stopped her in her tracks and then proceeded to laugh for the next half hour by myself.