Slate Prostitutes Itself In Second Life
My computer isn’t actually fast enough to run Second Life. So I’m on my way now to where I’ve done most of my Second Life whoring – my parents’ apartment.
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Look Upon Thy Works, You
When I was a young punk I dyed my hair, sneered at everyone, and thought “Kill your parents” was an arch joke.
Now my generation dyes their hair (to hide the grey), sneers at the camera, and exhorts you to let your parents die for their stock options.
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Pretty Hearthstone Machine
you are
the perfect draw
the perfect draw
the perfect draw
The Stab In The Back
As entertainment a while back, I used to tell the story of World War One. It was great fun at parties. I’d get rolling during work lunches at bougie little lunch places, and half of the establishment would be staring balefully at our table around the time I cut