Spike Syndrome
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But they were just following orders. Murderers have been given license to kill, right?
In the event that Miss Thing’s sister is unable or unwilling to fulfill her senatorial duties, the next in line for succession is Jethrine Bodean, an intimate friend of the late senator’s.
Shut up shut up this fucking baby who blames everybody but himself for the monumental fucked-upness of his own behavior just get out of the way you fucking 10-minutes long whiner baby.
"Mary Hartman, Mary Hartman" was an oasis of insanity forme during my bumpy first two years of high school. The late, great Louise Lasser in the title role lived to the age of 87. The number of laughs she gave her fans was unquantifiable. Link to the Mary Hartman pilot episode below.
Here’s the Venn Diagram showing where membership in two groups overlap. P@tri0t Fr°nt and I.ç.ė
Guess who’s suddenly the hottest property on the lecture circuit and five times his wusal fees.
Keeping the June Month Queer Black Filmmaker vibesg going, here’s the Kanopy link to Marlon Riggs’s “Tongues Untied:Giving a Voice to Black Gay Men. (1989) www.kanopy.com/video/116268
The first time I saw a thumbnail of the guy who slimed the reflection poll, I thought it was performer Murray Hill (“Somebody, Somewhere”). Now that I’ve seen a full size picture, I offer my sincerest apologies to the real Murray Hill.
It’s June Month and today I got to thinking about the first narrative AIDS film that was released 41 years ago. Artie Bresson’s “Buddies” tells the story of a gay man hospitalized with AIDS and the volunteer assigned to be his “buddy.” This was a common program of most city AIDS organizations. 1/
Orange man resting his eyes in birthday cakezzzzzz zzzzz “Celebrate good night, Come on!”
Happy June Month, everybody. Could there be a more pertinent band to see in June than Amyl & The Sniffers? I think not I dare say. Tues, June 9 at MGM Fenway.
Happy June Month, everyone! The cast of “Our Miss Brooks” (1952-1956) reminds us to smash the gender binary.
“How To Write A Song (Without You)” = “Midnight Radio” Rather similar plot lines in these movies.
Speaking of, Hogsbreath’s “dancing” while exercising with active service members looked like an auditioner cut in the first group from “A Chorus Line.” With his raging personality and pseudo-butch demeanor compared to his light-in-the-ballet-slippers “exercise” the lady doth protest too much.
It’s June Month! This is Junior Genie Babu and community ally Jeannie. Babu often mixed up his magic but always looked fabulous in flowy pink outfits, draped red sashes, pointy slippers, enormous hoop earrings, and the most darling little fezzes.
Will you be playing at the 250-whatever-that-thing-is-supposed-to-be? Bam-Bam: “Bam bam. Bam bam.” (Translation) “No way, man. Pebbles: “Ubba duh gobbada.” (Translation) “Are you fucking kidding?”
Most of The Brady Six have dropped out of the 250-whatever. Unfortunately, Cindy Brady will still perform a solo acoustic set.
