Tip toein in my jawdans
Lonestar Classic? this is texas volleyball!
pussy tighter than a 4c natural curl on wash day.
oh my god.
Fitting for a survivor horror location
Aerial Shot of Muhammed Ali after knocking out Cleveland Williams in 1966.
From our sister publication, ClickHole
The ironic thing about this article is that it’s satire that’s supposed to be making fun of Beyonce’s feminism by comparing her to a “great” feminist like S.B. Anthony, when actually, Beyonce /is/ a better feminist than S.B. Anthony. Like S.B. Anthony was a fucking racist puta who only care about white femininity and stepped on black men and women in order to achive ~suffrage~ like… lmao ?? Susan B. Anthony /IS/ A Shit-Sucking Gutter Feminist
Margo Jefferson on Some American Feminists (1980)
CALL THAT BOY YUNG SMOOTHIE
Hanging with newly signed heavy metal band Unlocking the Truth \m/
black boy excellence!
theyre sooo good i listened to them and was so impressed… 8th grade boys… i love it…
So I never posted my finished Garnet cosplay. Sowwy~ I get so excited during cons, I never really take formal pictures.
My sister Jenny had finally turned 22 and her birthday gift was rain.
"Cover your eyes," I said after I showed up unexpectedly at her apartment. "I have a surprise for you."
After a bit of convincing she went along with it, and I led her down five flights of stairs to the lobby.
She asked if we could have just taken the elevator.
"You’re not supposed to use the elevator when it’s raining. I read that once. I also like how they’re called flights. Where’s the plane? Haha." She didn’t laugh at my joke. I told her she could open her eyes now and she did.
"What? Where’s this surprise?" she asked.
"I know how much you like rain. It’s your birthday and it is raining. Happy birthday, sis."
She looked out into the bustling, wet street and then gave me a sour look. I gave her a sweet look. She walked away. I walked a way.
"Look, Jenny, to be honest, I would have bought you a present but my wallet is empty," I said as I reached into my back pocket and showed her my empty wallet. I had emptied it out the night before but she didn’t need to know that. I even took out my library card. That’s not even currency. I definitely could have left that in there and she still would have thought I was broke.
She looked at the floor, letting her curly blond hair become unfurled, grinned, and then looked back up at me. “It’s okay, I like your present. At the very least it shows that you care about me.”
And that’s how I got away with giving my sister rain for her 22nd birthday so I could buy sixteen globes the next day and smash them all with a baseball bat in the middle of times square.