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Laura Long5 said:Look—Brokeback Mountain. 🙂
Fair point. 😬
Stale—we definitely need this one. 🙂 Smajlic—with those cowboy hats—is quite the character.
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Laura Long5 said:Look—Brokeback Mountain. 🙂
jim draž james said:my definitive ranking of karate albums:
1. The Bed is in The ocean
2. som Boots
3. in Place of real Insight
4. Pockets
5. Unsolved
Jason Richardson5 said:Don't get all worked up—my English isn't great.
Is it really that hard to identify the genre?
Nicholas Perez33 said:don't pack the Marc Almond🙂
Rachel Hughes49 said:types of students I can't stand:
1.the overachievers--too much energy
2.the poets
3.those who try out buzzwords they just heard in a lecture during casual small talk
4.political science majors
5.political science majors
Harold Wright54 said:even I felt the heat when I was pressed up against a woman's curves
Raymond Barrett12 said:It’s only because it isn’t cold enough for snow or cross-country skiing yet... 😁
Adam Moore said:Now, thanks to that dmj guy, I'm reminded that my former imaginary band was called the Red Jackets.
Nicholas Perez33 said:nobody ever suggested he was a bad person
stormyviper11 said:The superstar strolls into Kset, trailed by the sighs of wide-eyed girls and the venomous glares of the guys. "Why did he make it when my band didn't?"—those bitter looks shoot through him while he waits to order a beer. With a disdainful shrug, as if he’s nothing more than trash, they serve him a watered-down mess after a grueling wait. Some tall guy nonchalantly blows smoke right in his face, then drops his cigarette and crushes it underfoot—a subtle, nasty hint at what they’d rather do to him. Everyone nearby starts talking extra loud just to drown out the music, and as he moves through the club, the sound tech intentionally tweaks the levels to make the audio even worse than the venue he just left. Feeling completely unwelcome, he decides to bail; he heads toward the restroom, but really just wants the exit, only to run into a wall of cruel indie snobs who refuse to budge, staring him down with pure contempt. "Sellout"—the thought echoes in his fragile mind, even though nobody actually said it aloud... Seizing a split second of distraction, he slips under someone's elbow and manages to bolt through the doors, feeling those burning stares piercing his back. Out in front of Kset, distracted and rattled, he steps first into a muddy puddle and then straight into dog crap. Never again, he swears to himself, never again...
Samuel Phillips2 said:I caught snippets of "It's gonna be okay" and some nonsense about not eating hair—or whatever the lyrics were.
Honestly, it was pretty cringe.
I’m genuinely worried I might stumble upon those tracks on the radio again.