After getting out of a relationship, why does everyone seem so unappealing?
Puppet shows are no fun when all you can see are the strings.
I hate seeing those strings. They’ve never gone away..
(via dearcoquette)
Yep. They did it, and they did it right. Fifteen million in venture capital for a “Netflix Meets Couture” business model. I already requested a membership.
Ladies, you’re running out of excuses…
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It’s a little known fact that in 1985, David Bowie’s younger sister Chloe invented a glam-rock designer drug called glowcaine®.
Dubbed “the other new coke,” glowcaine® was a commercial failure due to limited market penetration and “flamboyant” side effects.
Chloe eventually made a small fortune with her line of neon straws.
I got nothin’.
You fucking sucked. Yes, Michael Jackson died, but that does not give you license to play bad 80’s dance pop sprinkled with a few awkwardly mixed MJ hits.
It wasn’t 80’s night, asshole. Even if it was, I have faith that the club owner would have hired a DJ who didn’t learn everything he knows about that decade from watching a Beverly Hills Cop marathon.
A real DJ would have patiently built up to that perfect 12:45 moment and then dropped an homage of carefully chosen Jackson beats from all four decades.
You used Wanna Be Startin’ Somethin’ as cheap ploy to pull people back on the dance floor after loosing the crowd before midnight. Dick move, dude.
Yeah, if I’m lucky I’ll end up like them. Alive and with epic stories that will drop the gum-smacking jaws of this latest round of barely-legal teens and pixie hustlers who still think a fake ID is what gets you into the club.
— Coketalk