Free samples don’t excuse fat-shaming, Purina.
Once upon a time Matt and Chip made a beautiful cover for the 4th printing of issue #1 of Sex Criminals. This beautiful cover captured the imagination of brimpers everywhere, including myself and my lovely coworker Heather (@girlblunders). The situation has since escalated nicely.
Welcome to Brimpception!
I am proud to buy my comics here.
X-Men has always appealed to people who felt like outcasts. But I also understood it had a universal appeal. Even the most popular person, or the best-looking, or the straightest, has times in life where they feel different and like they don’t belong.
I sat down recently with X-Men director Bryan Singer to talk about the new movie and being a “gay director,” among other things, and today outofficial posted the first little tease from the piece!
A longer outtake to accompany Singer’s spot on the OUT Power List (#29) will go online tomorrow, to be followed by the full feature next week. (The article appears in print in the June/July issue.)(via shananaomi)
idea: what if they made taxes easy
hey, everyone in the country—do this paralyzingly complicated thing that even really really smart people have trouble with.
PS if u mess up ur dead.
Just filed mine, thank god. And yeah, TurboTax, take that extra $44, I don’t care if it feels vaguely like you’re walking into my bodega with a baseball bat named the IRS and saying “hey, nice job doin’ your taxes, real nice tax return you got here, be a REAL SHAME if anything were to happen to it, you know?”
Just take my money.
this is the real first page of a real book by a real Fox News hostduck dynasty guy in a miley cyrus worldObama’s outchea in these streets taking away people’s bibles and guns and sweet tea. You can take our rainbows, but not my motherfuckin’ sweet tea!
There needs to be a word for “nostalgia for a time that never existed; a made-up ‘time long past’ that as you got older and progressively more angry and less sane, you used to cover for your feelings of increasing irrelevance sparked by the dawning reality of your own fleeting mortality.”
I bet the Germans have a word for that.