Soraya Chemaly: An Open Letter to Facebook (via brute-reason)
Most advertisers are stunned to hear that their ads are on these pages.
We have been at this for a year now with the Flush Rush effort and it is working. It can work on FB too.
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you guys. this duck.
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yo i ain’t saying she’s a gold-digger but she does carry a weird pan everywhere and keep mumbling stuff about “gold in them there hills” idk so yeah she is probably a gold digger
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“Well this looks familiar: every lawmaker at the House hearing on the nationwide 20-week abortion ban is a man.” - @LEBassett
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YEAH, SHE’S GOOD LOOKING, I GUESS. NOT REALLY MY TYPE. I LIKE A BIGGER WINGSPAN.
THERE WE GO. PAGE 236. LOOK AT THE PLUMAGE ON THAT ONE. SWEET JESUS.
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Chapter Four: Streets of Mystery
I ran down the street with the Mercedes Bonanza Emerald stuffed in my coat. It was then that the dame who’d hired me stepped out of an alleyway and cold-cocked me with a frozen chicken.
I hit the sidewalk like a rented mule, except in this scenario I was being hurled against the mule and also it was flat, about 6x5 per paving brick, and made of concrete.
“I am Hairball Reynolds,” said the dame, taking the emerald, “and that was a real gem and mineral museum.”
“Well,” I said, bleeding on my shirt, “I guess that seems obvious in retrospect.”
“Yeah,” said Reynolds, putting the emerald in a briefcase, “you are incredibly stupid. Just unbelievably dumb.” She walked away and hailed a cab. She was probably going to Morocco or Switzerland or somewhere else where glamorous dames lounged poolside with stolen fortunes. I sighed wistfully and tried to reset my broken nose.
The police pulled up a minute later. An officer squatted down beside me on the sidewalk. ”You are 100% the guy who stole that emerald,” he said. ”So where is it?”
“Officer,” I said, “I have another theft to report.”
“What? What was stolen?”
“My…heart.”
“Okay,” said the policeman, “that is not a real crime so you are hell of under arrest.”
THE END, but Dick Mystery will return in…THE AMAZING STAIRCASE
i fell in love with him like ketchup falls out of a bottle: slowly, and then all at once.
OH MY GOD YES
this is like a dick mystery line
1x06 // 3x08 suggested by khaleesiofthesouth
aka why sansa has trust issues
GREAT point.
Your grace, hundreds will stream tonight’s episode!
Thousands.
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She wants her son alive, or the men who killed him dead. She wants to feed the crows, like they did at the Red Wedding. Freys and Boltons, aye. We’ll give her those, as many as she likes.
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