I call bullshit.
But then again, it's really no one's business besides Misha's where he prefers to put his penis.
Once a legitimate blog. Now just a collection of memes 'n menz.
…over the years whenever encountering one of those perfectly circular 3-inch holes drilled so precisely through metal toilet partitions is "How? When? By whom?"
It would obviously require a metal cutting hole bit and an electric drill, but that raises the obvious question of when such a task could occur. It would not be a quiet process by any means. And by whom? Obviously someone who had after-hours access to whatever facility it was when the place was locked up— and the chance of being confronted was next to zero.
I've seen quarter-inch thick steel plates ripped off and thinner metal bent back from the holes they were covering, so I guess there's just no limit to human ingenuity when something stands between two horny men.
I watched the whole thing. I rolled my eyes—but only a few times. At the risk of losing several of my readers, I have to say I want to believe this stuff is true; I mean, how can humanity be alone in this vast, vast universe? On the other hand, why would any sane alien species want to come here?
Overall I will have to say this film made me more angry than anything else—especially if even half of this is true.
If you have about two hours to spare give it a watch and let me know what you think…
Nope, just Mont Saint-Michel. But we definitely know where Rowling and the producers of the movies drew their inspiration from.
Input your 1980 wage here and see where you are now.
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Looks promising?
Just based on social media and the memes I see flying across my dashboard, I know I am not the only one who is not viewing the imminent arrival of 2022—something usually done with a New Year—as full of possibilities, a fresh start and chance to clear the slate and start new. With the level of abject crazy in the world this past year (remember when we all said 2021 had to be better than 2020?), it seems everyone is fearing this new year will just be a continuation of everything we've been dealing with, but ratcheted up to 11 because—God help us—it's another election year.
And now Betty White is gone? That's destroyed any remaining hope I had that 2022 was going to be any better than 2021.
Fuck you, 2021. And fuck you in advance 2022.