“Everything is copacetic.”
Yes it is.
Contains: cabins, flannel, beard aspirations, books, design, grape drank, wine (the other grape drank), foods, books, sartorial greatness, lumber, landscapes, snow, trees, deer, everything I see that involves Amelie, douche-y atheist shit, bible verses (oddly), whiskey, skins, cats, sweaters, suits, ties, boots, cabins, music, other things I like.
Does not contain: Nicholas Cage, Big Bird, or stone-faced Japanese businessmen.
just an utterly shocking amount of swamp slime escaping from Newt Gingrich’s pant legs at the republican debate. it’s starting to drip off the edge of the stage.
He maintains a fake smile, continuing to talk about job creation as the audience slowly backs up in the face of the encroaching slime and the screams of those who cannot escape grow louder and louder, drowning out his spiel about tax breaks for the wealthy.
Ernest Hemingway kicks a beer can, 1959.
FOX NEWS FLIP FLOPS ON WAR ON MARRIAGE HEADLINE
I’m the best at national slogans. Hire me, UK. I’m cheap.