I may or may not have worn my yellow Beastie Boys t-shirt for something like four straight days. Worry not, I’ve traded it out for a Penn cropped shirt that I will wear until I get food on it. And probably well after I get food on it.
Posted for Michelle.
Inspired for a best friend vacation.
“I’m gonna make Gretzky’s head bleed for Super Fan 99 over here”
Filed under: Relevant
Also filed under: Well-Played
In this month’s issue, Philip Roth responds to the claim that he had a “crack-up” in his mid-50s. He faxed his response to us.
I have a premonition that today is going to be a Rex Manning, slice of life day of Empire Records proportions. In this premonition, I could be the Corey or the Gina but I am most likely the Jane, Rex’s assistant. So, if that’s the case: if you want blood, you got it.
Don’t do this at the art museum.
This one time, I saw someone touch a sarcophagus at an Egypt exhibit. Like, touch a sarcophagus that wasn’t even theirs.
(Source: therockcandysmelted)
