If this place falls I just want you all to know my name is Roy Alcock, a simple man from Wayward, Maine.
My words are my guarantees. My sentences run like cool spring water. And, yes, I may be short on dollars, but I still have plenty of sense
Scooby Doo’s broke ass cousin “Scooby Rob” will not stop calling me about his “pet project” (sucks) - “we’ve already leashed in some investors” (fuck off)
Fat Chunky and Big Chunky aren't brothers, nor are they cousins, or even friends. But they are bound to one another. And they are not one without the other.
The image of hospital patients, tethered to IVs as American-supplied Israeli bombs ignite fires around them in Gaza, may well stand as the defining image of this horror.
Remember like last week when people were saying this conflict is just too complicated for them to understand? Nobody has ever done anything like this for a good cause. No context that could ever make this anything other than evil.