1. “Tiger Mountain Peasant Song,” originally by Fleet Foxes, covered by First Aid Kit. I get chills when I hear this. The Söderberg sisters are angels. Sorry, Fleet Foxes. I love your music. Please don’t hate me.
2. “Hurt,” originally by Nine Inch Nails, covered by Johnny Cash. An easy one. There…
I agree with 2 & 5, disagree with 7 & 4. Sorry, but Rufus Wainwright will always get me. And Gloria Gaynor is a strong black woman. It just can’t be topped.
So I’m makin’ a grilled cheese, right? I’ve got the butter on the bread all nice and even, the pan’s heatin’ up, everything is just right. I’m walking over to the stove with the cheese in one had, the bread balanced (buttered side up) in my hand and on my wrist, when little Miss Shit for Brains Bellatrix decides to run directly between my legs, trip me, and make me drop my bread. Buttered side down. So herp derp, I have to make a new goddamn sandwich.
That I burned.
Motherfucking ass shit cock juggling thunder cunt.
Not really. I need an opinion on which game to play. I’ve narrowed it down to Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, and Kingdom Hearts RE: Chain of Memories.
Could a get a full analysis on me?
If not: favorite childhood game played outside.
okay, I’ll start with the easy one. Favorite childhood game played outside: Cops and Robbers on bicycles and scooters (like, Razor scooters). We’d start at the mailbox for the cul-de-sac, like the ones on base, and no matter what, it would always start with “Welcome to the Goodburger, home of the Goodburger, can I take your order?” I loved it.
You: Are lovable and nice and a pretentious ass sometimes, but it’s part of your charm. You’re a really good big brother and I love you, but sometimes I want to punch you (and sometimes I try…). I suppose that’s part of being a sibling. Anyway, I like you more than I dislike you.