#elizardbits

What hellish new world is this where people can add banal annotations to images in gawker articles?

May 11th through 13th, when the crescent Moon, Venus, and Jupiter form a long diagonal line jutting upward from the sunset;  I noticed that the other day on my way home from work. It was so nifty-looking that my first thought was "this was totally photoshopped".

They can't just break it down in treatment tanks before dumping it? I'm pretty sure sewage plants deal with worse stuff than whey. Yeah, but that would cost them money, and the point is that the yogurt companies want to profit off of their fartjuice.

WHEY! That gross farty poison is in fucking everything; deli meats, bread, crackers, vitamins, a zillion random things in which it never appeared before, making my life a living hell. I just want to eat a chicken sandwich without crapping myself, but apparently this is too much to ask.  fuck whey

EVERYONE STOP DISLIKING THINGS THAT I LIKE NO MORE LIKING THINGS I DISLIKE thank you for your prompt attention to these matters

you're lying if you say you've never done it yourself. I've never done it in a crowd of fast-moving people but I've definitely done it alone on the sidewalk. My ire is saved for those who stop at the top of the train steps/escalator to check their phones during rush hour. Those people should be sent away to the spatial awareness gulags.

I also remember that he smoked one cigarette a day, and kept 200 hits of acid and a .357 handgun buried under a bush in his parent's front yard. In all seriousness this sounds like the target audience for FW to me.

I would much rather live in a world where doxxing meant being covered in tiny adorable daschund puppies.