prikryl posted:

smash the middle class

daddyholes posted:

i met the social media head for collegehumor.com and she has less than half the followers of wolf pupy on twitter but, you know, she goes on TV and gets paid money

the comedian i know the best has own tour and is on another east coast tour and as of last week didnt know anything about tim and eric or mr show

"weird" "Comedy" just isn't popular

popular stuff sucks, idiot.

Keven posted:

actually being in with the tim and eric crew gets you in the endless rotation of tv guest spots and comedy central/ifc shows but i mean its no college humor dot com

i don't think that's the "tim and eric crew"

deadken posted:

cleanhands posted:

i checked on twitter but i couldnt find the tweet, someone post that tweet

https://twitter.com/degg/status/319564851464769536

160 chars and 0 new material lol

gyrofry posted:

Donald you should be a stand up heterodox economist

i literally should in real life.

MadMedico posted:

"Ahem, hi I'd like to read to you some selections from my poems. This first one is called Ten Years Ago"

you don’t know how it felt to be in the womb but it must have been at least a little warmer than this.

you don’t know how intimately they’re recording your every move on closed-circuit cameras until you see your face reflected back at you through through the pulp.

you don’t know how to stop picking at your fingers.

you don’t know how little you’ve been paying attention until you look down at your legs again.

you don’t know how many times you can say you’re coming until they just stop believing you.

you don’t know how orgasmic the act of taking in a lungful of oxygen is until they hold your head under the water.

you don’t know how many vietnamese soft rolls to order.

you don’t know how convinced your parents were that having children would be, absolutely, without question, the correct thing to do.

you don’t know how precious your iphone battery time was until you’re hiding in the bottom of the boat.

you don’t know how to get away from your fucking parents.

you don’t know how it’s possible to feel total compassion in one moment and total disconnection in the next moment.

you don’t know how things could change so incredibly fast.

you don’t know how to make something, but the instructions are on the internet.

you don’t know how to make sense of this massive parade.

you don’t know how to believe anyone anymore.

you don’t know how to tell the girl in the chair next to you that you’ve been peeking at her dissertation draft and there’s a grammatical typo in the actual file name.

you don’t know how to explain yourself.

you don’t want two percent but it’s all they have.

you don’t know how claustrophobic your house is until you can’t leave it.

you don’t know why you let that guy go without shooting him dead and stuffing him in some bushes between cambridge and watertown.

you don’t know where your friends went.

you don’t know how to dance but you give it a shot anyway.

you don’t know how your life managed to move twenty six miles forward and twenty eight miles back.

you don’t know how to pay your debts.

you don’t know how to separate from this partnership to escape and finally breathe.

you don’t know how come people run their goddamn knees into the ground anyway.

you don’t know how to measure the value of the twenty dollar bill clutched in your hurting hand.

you don’t know how you walked into this trap so obliviously.

you don’t know how to adjust the rearview mirror.

you don’t know how to mourn your dead brother.

you don’t know how to drive this car.

you don’t know the way to new york.

you don’t know the way to new york.

you don’t know the way to new york.

you don’t know the way to new york.

corey posted:

whats wired twitter. can i monetise the "corey brand"

the gowb brand is probably more marketable