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Bad, Beyonce, and Booty: If you don't pet him, you're a monster. Pic: reddit u/coal the slaw @DrSmashlove So yesterday I had about 12 hours of work to knock out and as the night got older, I had to leave the warm, familiar confines of my go-to Mom-and-Pop coffee joints that serve coffee made with love, care, affection and human warmth (and therefore close early so that they wonderful baristas can go act in plays and paint paintings and do other artsy tings that allow them to form doves and angels and birds in yo latte) and head to the barren desert land that is Starbucks, where they serve piping-hot burnt sludge-water brewed from the charcoal grains of Hell. Literally Starbucks got a long term supply agreement with Satan where they pay half they net revenue to ol dude with the red goat face and long tail and in return he supply them with coffee that shouldnโ€™t be served to maximum security prisoners bruv. BUT THEY OPEN 24-7 BECAUSE SATAN NEVER SLEEPS - HEโ€™S ALWAYS WREAKING HAVOC (except during Ramadan ๐Ÿค—๐Ÿ˜‚). Anyway so Iโ€™m there and they got the nerve. The cot damn NERVE...to play a playlist where Jay and Beyoncรฉ are followed by Johnny Cash which is followed by โ€œTill the Lights Come Onโ€ by Sun Rai (I had to Google the lyrics. No offense Sun Rai u probably a star of some sort but ya music sound like booty cheeks NO OFFENSE ๐Ÿค—). Who did this? Who is RESPONSIBLE for this? In addition to obtaining they coffee supply from Satan, do they also let him hook up the playlists? How Iโ€™m pose to concentrate when yโ€™all playing Jakob Dylan followed by Echosmith? I have ADD. Is this playlist meant to melt the remaining shred of sanity I have? Yโ€™all serve coffee thatโ€™s stronger than bad cocaine and yโ€™all play music that is jarring, discordant and unharmonious - combine the two and I now have the subtle urge to punch a baby ๐Ÿค—. Yโ€™all absolutely some criminals for this lmao. Change that mermaid on ya cup to Lucifer because this is the last time I ever fux with yโ€™all devilish establishment - AWAY FROM ME, SATAN! ๐Ÿค—๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚
Bad, Beyonce, and Booty: If you don't pet him, you're a monster.
 Pic: reddit u/coal the slaw
 @DrSmashlove
So yesterday I had about 12 hours of work to knock out and as the night got older, I had to leave the warm, familiar confines of my go-to Mom-and-Pop coffee joints that serve coffee made with love, care, affection and human warmth (and therefore close early so that they wonderful baristas can go act in plays and paint paintings and do other artsy tings that allow them to form doves and angels and birds in yo latte) and head to the barren desert land that is Starbucks, where they serve piping-hot burnt sludge-water brewed from the charcoal grains of Hell. Literally Starbucks got a long term supply agreement with Satan where they pay half they net revenue to ol dude with the red goat face and long tail and in return he supply them with coffee that shouldnโ€™t be served to maximum security prisoners bruv. BUT THEY OPEN 24-7 BECAUSE SATAN NEVER SLEEPS - HEโ€™S ALWAYS WREAKING HAVOC (except during Ramadan ๐Ÿค—๐Ÿ˜‚). Anyway so Iโ€™m there and they got the nerve. The cot damn NERVE...to play a playlist where Jay and Beyoncรฉ are followed by Johnny Cash which is followed by โ€œTill the Lights Come Onโ€ by Sun Rai (I had to Google the lyrics. No offense Sun Rai u probably a star of some sort but ya music sound like booty cheeks NO OFFENSE ๐Ÿค—). Who did this? Who is RESPONSIBLE for this? In addition to obtaining they coffee supply from Satan, do they also let him hook up the playlists? How Iโ€™m pose to concentrate when yโ€™all playing Jakob Dylan followed by Echosmith? I have ADD. Is this playlist meant to melt the remaining shred of sanity I have? Yโ€™all serve coffee thatโ€™s stronger than bad cocaine and yโ€™all play music that is jarring, discordant and unharmonious - combine the two and I now have the subtle urge to punch a baby ๐Ÿค—. Yโ€™all absolutely some criminals for this lmao. Change that mermaid on ya cup to Lucifer because this is the last time I ever fux with yโ€™all devilish establishment - AWAY FROM ME, SATAN! ๐Ÿค—๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚

So yesterday I had about 12 hours of work to knock out and as the night got older, I had to leave the warm, familiar confines of my go-to Mo...

Community, Head, and Life: BREAKING NEWS LOUIS' APOLOGY Nov. 10 | Louis C.K. admits to sexual misconduct allegations; offers sincere public apology. Here is C.K.โ€™s statement in full: I want to address the stories told to the New York Times by five women named Abby, Rebecca, Dana, Julia who felt able to name themselves and one who did not. These stories are true. At the time, I said to myself that what I did was okay because I never showed a woman my dick without asking first, which is also true. But what I learned later in life, too late, is that when you have power over another person, asking them to look at your dick isnโ€™t a question. Itโ€™s a predicament for them. The power I had over these women is that they admired me. And I wielded that power irresponsibly. I have been remorseful of my actions. And Iโ€™ve tried to learn from them. And run from them. Now Iโ€™m aware of the extent of the impact of my actions. I learned yesterday the extent to which I left these women who admired me feeling badly about themselves and cautious around other men who would never have put them in that position. I also took advantage of the fact that I was widely admired in my and their community, which disabled them from sharing their story and brought hardship to them when they tried because people who look up to me didnโ€™t want to hear it. I didnโ€™t think that I was doing any of that because my position allowed me not to think about it. There is nothing about this that I forgive myself for. And I have to reconcile it with who I am. Which is nothing compared to the task I left them with. I wish I had reacted to their admiration of me by being a good example to them as a man and given them some guidance as a comedian, including because I admired their work. The hardest regret to live with is what youโ€™ve done to hurt someone else. And I can hardly wrap my head around the scope of hurt I brought on them. Iโ€™d be remiss to exclude the hurt that Iโ€™ve brought on people who I work with and have worked with whoโ€™s professional and personal lives have been impacted by all of this, including projects currently in production: the cast and crew of Better Things, Baskets, The Cops, One Mississippi, and I Love You Daddy. I deeply regret that this has brought negative attention to my manager Dave Becky who only tried to mediate a situatio
Community, Head, and Life: BREAKING NEWS
 LOUIS' APOLOGY
 Nov. 10 | Louis C.K. admits to sexual
 misconduct allegations; offers sincere
 public apology.
Here is C.K.โ€™s statement in full: I want to address the stories told to the New York Times by five women named Abby, Rebecca, Dana, Julia who felt able to name themselves and one who did not. These stories are true. At the time, I said to myself that what I did was okay because I never showed a woman my dick without asking first, which is also true. But what I learned later in life, too late, is that when you have power over another person, asking them to look at your dick isnโ€™t a question. Itโ€™s a predicament for them. The power I had over these women is that they admired me. And I wielded that power irresponsibly. I have been remorseful of my actions. And Iโ€™ve tried to learn from them. And run from them. Now Iโ€™m aware of the extent of the impact of my actions. I learned yesterday the extent to which I left these women who admired me feeling badly about themselves and cautious around other men who would never have put them in that position. I also took advantage of the fact that I was widely admired in my and their community, which disabled them from sharing their story and brought hardship to them when they tried because people who look up to me didnโ€™t want to hear it. I didnโ€™t think that I was doing any of that because my position allowed me not to think about it. There is nothing about this that I forgive myself for. And I have to reconcile it with who I am. Which is nothing compared to the task I left them with. I wish I had reacted to their admiration of me by being a good example to them as a man and given them some guidance as a comedian, including because I admired their work. The hardest regret to live with is what youโ€™ve done to hurt someone else. And I can hardly wrap my head around the scope of hurt I brought on them. Iโ€™d be remiss to exclude the hurt that Iโ€™ve brought on people who I work with and have worked with whoโ€™s professional and personal lives have been impacted by all of this, including projects currently in production: the cast and crew of Better Things, Baskets, The Cops, One Mississippi, and I Love You Daddy. I deeply regret that this has brought negative attention to my manager Dave Becky who only tried to mediate a situatio

Here is C.K.โ€™s statement in full: I want to address the stories told to the New York Times by five women named Abby, Rebecca, Dana, Julia wh...