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The Death of Stalin (2017)
Field Marshal Zhukov
I told @incurablenecromantic about the 1940s UDT booty shorts and I may have created a monster.
Me and the girls at the public pool
Rash guard in pool? I think it’s the only way but also I will look like a drip but also I will briefly die in the hot sun until I am in the water
Training is easier if you have goals. Right now I’m focused on running a half marathon in October, but that’s not all I want to do. I should do the good and righteous powerlifter thing and abandon OHP for bench press if I want to actually bench Putin by the end of the year. I need to add about 40 pounds, which is ambitious. But it’s not like he’s going to bench himself, is he.
It’s a hundred degrees and I’m at too many loose ends to get a real workout done. I might do five deadlifts and go jump in the pool.
Casey Johnson was posting about Oliver Sacks and I should take this as a sign that only through weights and pool can I find my path clear to writing this g-d chapter.
It’s a hundred degrees and I’m at too many loose ends to get a real workout done. I might do five deadlifts and go jump in the pool.
quiet menace and mundane horror are probably my favorite aesthetic traits. those and the terrifying vastness old poets called the sublime
It's a sad commentary on the state of amateur athletics that the Olympic committee only recognizes one kind of biathlon. In no particular order I submit for consideration some new biathlons for a definition of biathlon that requires at minimum a sport based on man-powered modes of transportation and the use of a ranged weapon to be so transported:
Widdecombe in the Moor, Devon.
"Everyone wants me carnally" ok well everyone wants me clinically, they think i look so hot in my lab coat and want me to do weird experiments on them so bad its crazy.
I wonder how many people would stop saying “[author] clearly never met a woman” if they knew it makes them sound at best like humorless chucklefucks and at worst like they, themselves, have never met women
Reading comprehension website strikes a-fucking-gain
I wonder how many people would stop saying “[author] clearly never met a woman” if they knew it makes them sound at best like humorless chucklefucks and at worst like they, themselves, have never met women
Lytton Strachey (1880-1932) by Henry Taylor Lamb, 1914
@jacopo-belbo telling me about guy types yet undreamt and I’m going to give every single one of them a swirly
