I just thought of an awesome way for women to do battle.
Fucking up each other’s menstrual cycles.
Basically, if there was a lady who’s period came around the 8th of the month, and a lady who’s period came around the 24th of the month… It would be like a battle to see who’s hormones were more powerful, decided by whether their periods began to synchronise to a point before or after the middle of the month.
Would that work?
Let battle commence.
As the title suggests, I re-watched Batman Returns last night, and it’s kind of weird because all of the old Batman films are quite campy and lame and a little bit cheesy and then suddenly Danny DeVito is planning on kidnapping everyone’s first born son and drowning them in the sewer and I find myself thinking, that’s actually really quite fucked up and horrific.
Nice touch.
I’m not very good at talking… I don’t do it very much. I’m a big sufferer of‘L’esprit de l’escalier’, or ‘The wit of the staircase’. In other words… I’ll think of something great to add to a conversation about ten minutes after it’s ended, or I’ll think of a witty comeback to someone’s insult just after they’ve left the room.
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I was told off by someone on twitter, for making a joke about how people make rape jokes.
As far as I’m concerned, there’s nothing in life that can’t be made fun of. Horrific, unspeakable, unfathomably evil shit happens all the time in this world, and being all repressed and stoic about it won’t change that. Making jokes gets us through it, because as small a compensation as it may be, it’s getting some small positive from an unending abyss of negative. 100 dead people and 1 laughing person is marginally better than 100 dead people and no laughing person. More than that however, it shows the spirit of people and the bravery of those who won’t be crushed and fearful of what the future may bring.
There is evil in the world, and there are jokes about that evil. Without the jokes, there’s still evil. So fuck evil.
If you understand and agree with this, then you deserve a lovely snow cone. I’ll just get you one from my dilapidated ice cream truck. Ignore the little pills in it… That’s just… Sprinkles.
A short transcript of a conversation follows, wherein elusive billionaire Bruce Wayne takes an attractive, young lady to his bedroom.
Violence, vandalism and wanton destruction is wreaking havoc all the way across London, with related incidents involving thousands of young thugs tearing up Liverpool, Oxford, Manchester, Nottingham, Birmingham and Bristol. Family homes, businesses and people’s lives are being burned to the ground.
Most of these ‘domestic terrorists’ are just kids… Bitter, misguided, bored, ill-educated, pathetic, little kids.
These despicable, little urchins make me ashamed to be of the same species. They deserve no rights. They should be grabbed by the ears, like the little children that they are, and told to shut the fuck up, clean up their mess and go the fuck to bed.
So, Hal was the first human member of The Corps after hundreds of thousands of years… Was it just a coincidence, that when translated into English for the first time, they found out that the oath rhymed…?
