Jolie Kerr’s book launch. Don’t believe the hype: her boyfriend did barf in
her handbag man
— What I yell at drunk dudes on the train, fyi
Once I was on the train and this woman was beating the shit out of a dude. I don’t know how the fight started but there were Twinings tea boxes all over the floor. Me and another guy held her arms. She started screaming “USMC!, USMC!” over and over while we held her. The train stopped at Times Square and the guy whose ass she was kicking ran out the door, followed by everyone else.
I wasn’t changing cars, so I sat down. We sat in the station, and it was just me, reading my book, and her. She started picking up the Twinings boxes. After a few minutes a short guy in a hoodie, with tattoos, who looked like trouble, came in the car. He walked up to her and flashed a badge. “What’s going on?” he asked her.
"Nothing," she said, still putting tea in her bag. "US Marine Corp."
The cop thought about it. “Okay,” he said, and left the car.
The train still sat there. And sat. She finished with her tea, put the bag over her shoulder, and left. Me and my car all by myself. Finally the doors closed, and the train left.
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Where were all you people jabbering on about how revolutionary the Marvel comic book movie with the raccoon in it is when Howard the Duck was in theaters?
Pretty sure I owned it on VHS within a week of it being available
Eliminate the ninnies and the twits. Devo - Through Being Cool
It’s tough to identify the real star of this photo. The Cockroft-Walton Accelerator—essentially a multi-level voltage multiplier—is certainly a striking piece of machinery. Starting in the 1960s, that curvaceous beauty provided the initial boost to protons before they raced on into the rings of our groundbreaking Alternating Gradient Synchrotron.
But what about the scientists and engineers casually crushing it in 1988?
I need a truck to haul my pain. I need a truck just to haul around my name. I need a truck to haul all the womens from my bed. I need a truck to haul my body when I’m dead. I need a truck to haul my guns to town. I need a truck to haul my bad thoughts around. I need a truck to haul my Percodan and gin. And I need a truck to haul all my trucks in.