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FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKING FUCKS

FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKING FUCKS

on death by trampling

The thing is, every moment I stay here in Central London, my chances of getting crushed by a royalist fan in a union jack patterned windbreaker and special edition Kate ‘n’ Willz crocs become incrementally higher. I like the royals, and initially I thought I was excited about the royal wedding, but now that I have seen the face of real, true fanaticism, I feel fraudulent even trying.
It’s not that I’m scared of death per se. It’s just that death by trampling seems to have an inelegance to it*, at least if it’s human trampling anyhow.

I will concede that the animal stampede scene in the Lion King was extremely moving.

*http://www.nytimes.com/2008/11/29/business/29walmart.html

Inspired by soft light

They can kill you, but the legalities of eating you are quite a bit dicier.

—David Foster Wallace

I like fries with mayo baby.