Your Twitter Timeline Probably
Your friend who majored in marketing posts a link to an article about marketing and hashtags it #marketing.
Your friend who majored in marketing posts a link to an article about marketing and hashtags it #marketing.
The Doctor is practically a God. Unaccountable to anyone, he travels all of space and time coming to the aid of arguably lesser beings. Even his race are called “lords.” And why should this “God” show mercy? That’s the crux of this episode.
If you went by Bruce’s songs, you’d think New Jersey was just endless downtrodden, lovable, tragic characters working in factories and wishing to get out of this town one day.
Sepia tone dog poop? Lo-fi brunch? Amaro toast? Toaster armadillos? I WANT EVERYTHING TO LOOK RETRO NOW PLEASE.
I fervently believe that the internet’s the best tool we have for expanding liberty, and it’s worth trying to stave off its perversion at the hands of the misguided and the actively evil.
How come none of my friends ever had a cool hangout area where all the kids could sit and talk and smoke pot and generally be unencumbered by adults? Oh? Because this is a TV show? Groovy.
I found it funny that she asked the Doctor to “save [her] and show [her] the stars” when she spent the whole episode saving him. But sure, whatever.
Imagine eating a burger while Tina tells you about her latest fanfiction endeavors.
They made me want to grow up and wear long skirts and be a gay Wiccan. (I’m sure the Parent’s Television Council is having a fit right now.)
Ellen and Portia just always look so in love, it’s like they have a glow around each other. Whenever Ellen talks about Portia on her show (or other shows), she lights up.