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M.I.A. you are fucking flawless. 

aparecium-and-veritaserum:

markaragnos:

sanityscraps:

socialistexan:

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irisnundone:

headphones117:

I needed this on my dash again.

I don’t care if it’s Fox News, this is win.

Relevant.

IDGAF if this is on Faux. Just so much win.

I referred to this with my roomie tonight. I was proud of myself.

Relevant.

i love andy levy. especially on red eye.

Yeah, so, this is makes more sense than just a 1,000 WTFs

http://deadspin.com/5874639/deadspins-college-football-top-25-or-so-hi-tide

Thirteen great games can’t overcome one moment: Les Miles sending out the punting unit, on fourth-and-4, trailing 15-0 in the fourth quarter of the national championship game. Make that two moments: Miles sending out the punting squad again, trailing 21-0. Les Miles quit on his team.

Les Miles quit on his team. The frothing rage directed at quarterback Jordan Jefferson misses the point. Jefferson was simply the embodiment of his coach’s game plan, which is to say, his coach’s total lack of a game plan.

LSU’s advantage all season long was that it had waves of skilled players. On offense, the Tigers attacked with a platoon of powerful running backs, infrequently but devastatingly turning to a dangerous receiving corps, with Jefferson as a scrambling/option-pitching/throwing triple threat. When Jefferson was unavailable early in the season, second-string QB Jarrett Lee had shown the ability to run an orthodox passing game.

But given more than five weeks to draw up schemes for attacking Alabama’s defense—a defense that had held LSU to two field goals in regulation the first time they met—Miles came up with nothing. Or if he did come up with something, he panicked and forgot it. His lone idea was Jefferson. Specifically, it was to try to have Jefferson attack the edges of the Alabama defense.

The trouble was, there was no edge. LSU’s players couldn’t outrun the Alabama defense side to side, and Jefferson’s option pitches and passes to the flat weren’t crisp enough to beat the defenders outside, either. By the second quarter, this was obvious. By the third quarter, it was baffling.

Miles didn’t try to adjust. Jarret Lee was only the most obvious case—the vertical-game passer pinned to the bench long after the lateral attack had failed. As Bobby Hebert suggested afterward, in Miles’s miserable press session, it’s not that Alabama wouldn’t have eaten Lee alive, too; it was that Miles wouldn’t even take that risk. But it wasn’t only the quarterbacking. No. 3 receiver Russell Shepard tweeted “OMG I played 3 plays…” The season’s top rushers, Michael Ford and Spencer Ware, got four and three carries respectively; Jefferson had more carries than LSU’s entire running-back corps. Les Miles didn’t remember he had running backs. He did remember he had a punter, though.

I love this poem.

Queen

Oh, yes, I was loving on him last month and now I‟m loving on you this month, And I realize that I‟ve done myself a grave injustice. I mean how could I disrespect myself like that… Once a queen highly revered and respected, But now…

Wait—

Okay, I know I was loving on him last month and now I‟m loving on you this month, but when you were bangin‟ in her last week and now you‟re bangin‟ in me this week… Did it make you feel as if you were any less of a man? Perhaps, what I should have done was pretended that I didn‟t want you as much as you wanted me:

     “No, Raheem… stop Raheem… oh this just isn‟t right Raheem.. Oh God! Jesus! Raheem!”

Would that have made you feel better about the woman that I am?

You say men and women are completely different creatures. Women can‟t do the same things as men.
Boys will be boys,
Men must have their toys,
And every dog must chase the cat.
But somehow, Dearheart, I just can‟t get down with that.

I mean yes, yours gets hard, and mine gets wet, but they both want the same thing. And just as often as yours gets hard, Baby, „bes believe mine gets wet. So then, if the issue of sexuality is not so much a matter of difference, And if you lose no respect for the same thing I lose respect for, Then it must be a matter of power and control. Which is especially ironic when we speak in terms of the black man and black woman because many of you shout, “Black revolution!” It is like the many times the black man has fought alongside the white man in battles of freedom and independence.

Yet, when the battle was over and won who was really free? Oh yes, it has been centuries since they‟ve declared that women have souls and by golly we now have the right to vote but see, At home in the bed and often times in the workplace What you are trying to have us say is:

“Yessuh, Massah. When you want it Massah?
You want it now, or you want it later?
How you like it Massah?
Ohhh… Massah, you likes it from behind?
Com‟ o‟ Massah, and get it from behind.
Thataway you don‟t even hasta look me in da‟ face.
And „cause I‟s the loyal house niggra that I is I‟s gon‟ love you anyway.
I‟s gonna respect you anyway, Massah.”

Copyright 2002, Dawn D. “Virtuous” Collins

I finally got my camera replaced today, and since I could literally not wait five hours to photo shoot Kristen, I photo shot myself after I got home this evening, before I got ready for bed.

I finally got my camera replaced today, and since I could literally not wait five hours to photo shoot Kristen, I photo shot myself after I got home this evening, before I got ready for bed.