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Because people never get the flowers while they can still smell em.
Tell me about a party you have been to in the last 10 years where a T-Pain song wasn’t played so I can hear about the most boring party ever
Pretty please, with ice cream and cake and sprinkles and shit.
Please stop doing this. And by "please stop doing this" I mean "don't ever fucking do this again."
Cheekie is done doing Austin. Cheekie is sore now.
There is no law that states that we must have only two major parties. Multiple parties would bring more ideas to the fore.
Despite its oft-publicized recent increase in diversity, both on screen and behind-the-scenes, TV is still overwhelmingly -- and, some would argue, intentionally -- White
Creep Squad gonna Creep Squad.
Forget accidentally running over squirrels. I want to sideswipe a sparrow. I want wings, motherfucker.
Yesterday afternoon, the newest and youngest member of Team VSB was welcomed into the world.
There's nothing to be happy about -- no feel-good takeaways -- when a middle school girl gets insulted by a man and has to be the "bigger person."
Because the only thing worse than an interrupted shit is a shit interrupted by a bottle of Pantene thrown at your spleen.
Math isn't here for your post-racial bullshit. And neither is Blackness.
Cheekie is still doing Austin. Cheekie is very busy.
I have questions.
Last night, Empire's season finale came on. Lawdhafmercy.
If we don’t know you or don’t care about your music career, generation Y will walk into your studio, connect to your wi-fi, and download your latest. (And then tweet the link.)
The people have questions. I have answers.
Sometimes things just make you very happy, and sometimes all that's needed to be said about it is how great the news is and how happy it's made you
Robin Hood and Little John running through the forest towards pettiness.