Theater, like all art, degrades the soul.
I mean that in a good way, I love theater, and I don’t buy into things like “dignity” and “self-respect” anyways. But man, have I gotten up to some depraved shit for the sake of a show. 
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The only good thing about this terrible cycle of cold, then show, then rain, then ice again is watching people fall on their asses. The dance that many do to avoid falling is almost just as funny. The “Oh I didn’t just fall on my ass” face is even funnier. Ultimately, I have seen my fair share of shit eaters. I can proudly say I have yet to fall on my face or ass yet, but I’m sure this article will induce some intense slipping karma.
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Hey, it’s me, grandmagrandpa. I’ve cried twice over the past couple days, but now, my tears are dry and I’m ready to talk. You might be struggling, too. It’s February, for Gund’s sake. Whenever I talk to any of my friends, I say, “how are you?” and they say, “tired” or “IT’S FINE” or “aaaaAAAAHHhhhh,” which makes me think we’re all in need of a little pep talk. There, there, my sweet. Grandmagrandpa’s here. I promise that you’re going to be okay.
Dog, feat. Micah
Double lobe hoops, a tragus, and forward helix stud? Does it get any better than this?
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So, on Valentine’s Day, the day of ~l o v e~ and happiness and whatever the hell people who experience romantic attraction do that day, I sat down in New Side with Marc Delucchi and asked him a lot of semi-serious, semi-invasive questions. These are the results.
This Valentine’s day, get her what she really wants. New from the Thrill, WheresItAt? perfume will have you smell like you have clout.
