“Those who restrain desire do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained.”
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Damn straight.

suit UP!!!!

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drwhogeek10:

Damn straight.

suit UP!!!!

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Slow down Katniss by 25% and what do you get? Will Ferrell.

I love that i found this again!!!

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The five most infamous Rahm Emanuel moments

1. Mailing a Dead Fish
Emanuel is known for his panache for treating donors right. He sends them cheesecakes from Eli’s, the famous Chicago bakery. But the one pollster who notoriously ticked off Rahmbo received a 2 1/2 foot decomposing fish in the mail — ripe, stinky, and to the point.

2. Fundraising the Bugsy Siegel Way
His foray into fundraising started in Chicago while campaigning for Mayor Richard Daley’s reelection, when Emanuel raised a record number of donations. His sales pitch was simple enough: He’d tell contributors he found their offers so low it was embarrassing and then hang up on them. Mortified, the donors were shamed into calling back and giving more.

3. Nearly Losing His Finger
When he was a senior in high school, he sliced his finger while working at Arby’s. But instead of seeking medical attention, he decided to celebrate prom night by swimming in Lake Michigan. The bone and blood infection that resulted was so severe it practically killed him. Scrappy and determined, even at death’s door with a fever of 106 degrees, he pulled through, only losing part of his finger.

4. Threatening Tony Blair
Never a mincer of words, Emanuel didn’t couch his meaning when he offered Tony Blair counsel just before the then British prime minister appeared with President Clinton during the Monica Lewinsky scandal: “This is important. Don’t fuck it up.”

5. Knifing the Dinner Table
The most infamous Rahmbo story of them all is the one that begins with the dinner the night after Bill Clinton was elected in 1992. Among those present at the dinner table was ABC News anchor George Stephanopoulos, who watched while an overwrought and clearly exhausted Emanuel began ranting at a long list of Clinton “enemies.” As he shouted each name, he stabbed the table with his steak knife: “Nat Landow! Dead! Cliff Jackson! Dead!” Apparently, others joined in.

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watching movie now….will be reading this in the very near future. (to go along with my current Jew craze phase)

watching movie now….will be reading this in the very near future. (to go along with my current Jew craze phase)

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TRUTH…and I love it.

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TRUTH…and I love it.

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fuckyeahmenswear:

Lumberjack sluts and French sailor lookin’ ass mustachios.
Junya paper dolls.
Rugged boy swag.
Defying the physics of just how long dickriding is humanly possible.
If I had a nickel for every one of yall.
I could buy us a round at The Rusty Knot.
Hold up real quick.
Let me hop in my Delorean and meet you.
Back in F/W 2009.
Timeless style has never looked so vintage, brah.
When Ben Sherm bites your steez.
It’s a tell-tale sign.
That you’re wack as fuck.
See, I’m in the future, son.
Going hard in Milano.
Me and Righi.
Eating rice crispy treats.
Shopping for washed jeans.
Comparing goatee notes.
Neapolitan wizard committee.
On some Fantasia shit.
The sorcerer’s apprentice.
Casting sart spells on you weirdos.
With bogus ass facial hair.
By the time you’re ready to billy goat with the big boys, we’ll be long gone.
On some next level soul patch shit.
Probably.
Post Howie Mandel Nascar secondary sex characteristics.
Deal or No Dealin’ on hoes.
Throwin’ Euros in the air like we don’t give a fuck.
And not shaking hands with any of yall.

fuckyeahmenswear:

Lumberjack sluts and French sailor lookin’ ass mustachios.

Junya paper dolls.

Rugged boy swag.

Defying the physics of just how long dickriding is humanly possible.

If I had a nickel for every one of yall.

I could buy us a round at The Rusty Knot.

Hold up real quick.

Let me hop in my Delorean and meet you.

Back in F/W 2009.

Timeless style has never looked so vintage, brah.

When Ben Sherm bites your steez.

It’s a tell-tale sign.

That you’re wack as fuck.

See, I’m in the future, son.

Going hard in Milano.

Me and Righi.

Eating rice crispy treats.

Shopping for washed jeans.

Comparing goatee notes.

Neapolitan wizard committee.

On some Fantasia shit.

The sorcerer’s apprentice.

Casting sart spells on you weirdos.

With bogus ass facial hair.

By the time you’re ready to billy goat with the big boys, we’ll be long gone.

On some next level soul patch shit.

Probably.

Post Howie Mandel Nascar secondary sex characteristics.

Deal or No Dealin’ on hoes.

Throwin’ Euros in the air like we don’t give a fuck.

And not shaking hands with any of yall.

thedailywhat:

Calling A Douchebag A Douchebag of the Day: George Takei doesn’t mince words when addressing the infamous homophobic rant of now-former Arkansas School Board member Clint McCance.

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