((AU where everyones the same but in a stereotypical high school movie. You got your Cliques that never really existed when you were in high school. Popular kids, Jocks, Preps, Goth Kids, Art Students, Drama nerds, Druggies, token straight guy. No one is high school age, they’re still the same age they are now. Callin’ it “On Wednesdays we wear lab coats”))

whisker up and prepare for another eightxciting year of weird tweets and weirder vid! 

can you believe its already a year after pinof 7 im not ready

Can you fucking imagine if Michelle Obama lied about her college education and wanted to remain in Chicago for “her kids”?

White privilege at its finest. Michelle and her TWO kids moved to DC when the time called and adjusted. Republicans have been bitching about her security for years. Melania Trump can’t make her ONE (TEN YEAR OLD) kid change prep schools and is going to cost us all a fortune as a result. Trump spent years claiming Obama wasn’t even American, meanwhile his wife worked here illegally. And she lied about her education. Yet everyone insists on treating her with kid gloves while her husband preaches anti-immigration and paints immigrants as moochers and criminals. BUT SHE IS LITERALLY GOING TO COST THE TAX PAYERS A SHIT LOAD TO REMAIN IN HER LITERAL FUCKING GOLD TOWER. SHE EVEN SPONGES HER FUCKING SPEECHES OFF AMERICANS.

The Obamas literally had to turn in multiple birth certificates to prove Barack is an American. Meanwhile, there’s all this ACTUAL EVIDENCE that Melania came and worked here illegally. And she just removed any mention of her claims of having a degree from her bio (you know, because contrary to her prior claims, she never got a degree).


MBTI in High School

ESTP: Jock.

ESFP: Drama queen.

ISFP: Drama kid.

ISTJ: Prep.

ISFJ: Perfect child.

ESTJ: Class president.

ENTJ: Student body president (and secret debate team weirdo).

ENFJ: President of a do-gooder club.

ENFP: That person who is always trying to get people to join said club.

INFJ: Band geek.

ISTP: Punk.

INFP: That person who spends breaks and lunch periods reading.

ESFJ: That person who asks the INFP if they’re depressed and need friends.

INTP: The nerd.

INTJ: The nerd who runs a homework business.

ENTP: The sexy nerd.

Phil Hoffman and I had two things in common. We were both fathers of young children, and we were both recovering drug addicts. Of course I’d known Phil’s work for a long time — since his remarkably perfect film debut as a privileged, cowardly prep-school kid in Scent of a Woman — but I’d never met him until the first table read for Charlie Wilson’s War, in which he’d been cast as Gust Avrakotos, a working-class CIA agent who’d fallen out of favor with his Ivy League colleagues. A 180-degree turn.

On breaks during rehearsals, we would sometimes slip outside our soundstage on the Paramount lot and get to swapping stories. It’s not unusual to have these mini-AA meetings — people like us are the only ones to whom tales of insanity don’t sound insane. “Yeah, I used to do that.” I told him I felt lucky because I’m squeamish and can’t handle needles. He told me to stay squeamish. And he said this: “If one of us dies of an overdose, probably 10 people who were about to won’t.” He meant that our deaths would make news and maybe scare someone clean.

So it’s in that spirit that I’d like to say this: Phil Hoffman, this kind, decent, magnificent, thunderous actor, who was never outwardly “right” for any role but who completely dominated the real estate upon which every one of his characters walked, did not die from an overdose of heroin — he died from heroin. We should stop implying that if he’d just taken the proper amount then everything would have been fine.

He didn’t die because he was partying too hard or because he was depressed — he died because he was an addict on a day of the week with a y in it. He’ll have his well-earned legacy — his Willy Loman that belongs on the same shelf with Lee J. Cobb’s and Dustin Hoffman’s, his Jamie Tyrone, his Truman Capote and his Academy Award. Let’s add to that 10 people who were about to die who won’t now.

—  Aaron Sorkin’s obituary for Philip Seymour Hoffman in Time

Strawberry Navel Orange Lemonade Spritzer  

This colorful, fruity drink is sure to please everyone at the party. Sweet citrus juices are combined with strawberries and given a fizzy kick with club soda. Serve it with a fresh fruit garnish for the kids or add an optional splash of gin or vodka for the adults. This recipe suggests juicing the fruits using a centrifugal juicer, but mashing and straining the strawberries and juicing the citrus by hand will yield similar results.


10 minutes prep.

10 to 12 strawberries, hulled
6 Paramount Citrus lemons, peeled
2 Paramount Citrus navel oranges, peeled
24 to 32 oz. club soda or seltzer, cold
Strawberries or citrus slices for garnish


1. Using a centrifugal juicer, feed in the strawberries, then the lemons and finally the oranges. Stir the juice.

2. Pour ¼ of the juice into each of four 8 to 10 ounce glasses. Add club soda or seltzer to fill each glass. Garnish with fruit and serve.