I collect bad turn of the century romances, mostly for the bindings, but I also read them- they are incredibly bad. Pansy Books- Oh my! Christianist propaganda drivel for middle-class white girls. So yes, the same eras that produced "The Classics" also produced crap- they just don't get reprinted and assigned to HS English classes.
It all depends on the company I guess. Drunken pals with whom you share stories with someday, sure. Born again fuckyards that will become either braying douchbags or sanctimonious teabagger shitheads...not so much.
Bear in mind that I am currently, after all these very long years, discovering Buffy on Netflix. But it appears to me like this XXXXwad has seen Buffy, and attempted to emulate it, minus Joss Whedon's intelligence and wit.
They will appear in his next painting, entitled "Too Sacred for Superstitions," available for $1500 wherever fine black velvet is sold.
<i>Josh walked through the front doors, his sternum was up and his crooked smile began to shine.</i>
...and both Ron and Rand Paul knew what that smile was all about. Ron leaned close to his son and whispered, &quot;put some rum in his coffee while I go upstairs and get ready.&quot;
I happened to see a Christian homeschooling magazine at the library and leafed through it. I found out that there is much money to be made in fueling paranoia, even if you&#039;re not a politician.
Why does McNaughton hate \\\\\\?
He&#039;s already got your $8.99, so don&#039;t bother him.
I collect bad turn of the century romances, mostly for the bindings, but I also read them- they are incredibly bad. Pansy Books- Oh my! Christianist propaganda drivel for middle-class white girls. So yes, the same eras that produced &quot;The Classics&quot; also produced crap- they just don&#039;t get reprinted and assigned to HS English classes.
Giving new, disturbing meaning to &quot;slash fiction&quot;.
&quot;&ldquo;That sounds like Socialism to me, Satan. Under your plan, we all suffer together.&quot;
I just now realized that these were McNaughton&#039;s words, not Dok&#039;s. Now I&#039;m larfing outloud.
That's so funny, I thought "NaNoWriMo" was slang for "Nah, I don't write no mo'."
What the XXXXX?
It all depends on the company I guess. Drunken pals with whom you share stories with someday, sure. Born again fuckyards that will become either braying douchbags or sanctimonious teabagger shitheads...not so much.
Bear in mind that I am currently, after all these very long years, discovering Buffy on Netflix. But it appears to me like this XXXXwad has seen Buffy, and attempted to emulate it, minus Joss Whedon&#039;s intelligence and wit.
They will appear in his next painting, entitled &quot;Too Sacred for Superstitions,&quot; available for $1500 wherever fine black velvet is sold.
<i>Josh walked through the front doors, his sternum was up and his crooked smile began to shine.</i>
...and both Ron and Rand Paul knew what that smile was all about. Ron leaned close to his son and whispered, &quot;put some rum in his coffee while I go upstairs and get ready.&quot;
On the cover, his sternum is noticeably down.
Old enough to buy and wear a mighty fitted shirt.
I happened to see a Christian homeschooling magazine at the library and leafed through it. I found out that there is much money to be made in fueling paranoia, even if you&#039;re not a politician.
As in they would have altered my view of the Catholic church for the worse.
Get thee behind me, Satan.