Clint Eastwood is a prophet

Clint Eastwood is a prophet pic.twitter.com/fVkypFzS1f

— Stephen Miller (@redsteeze) December 6, 2015

This is the inspiring story of Hafid

from Dubai, The douchebag

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who stole my phone.

He forgot to switch off the camera upload function.

That's why we will enjoy a deep insight into his life.

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Apologies there, I had to show this thing a useful word. 

The tumbler entry is two pages. 

The first brief video is the gayest thing I've ever seen, almost, okay not really, but it is still truly pathetic, so anger becomes blended with pity. Repressed homosexuality so severe its only expression is violence, feigned violence that goes, boink boink boink boink bed and recorded unselfconsciously as if that didn't happen.

Also. Those ubiquitous plastic uni-formed lawn chairs. The chairs that appeared suddenly all over the world a few decades a ago, and I mean suddenly, as if Aliens did it, instantly put them all over, every continent and in the most unlikely places as Aliens wouldn't know any better, outside African huts, inside Arctic stations, at diplomatic meetings, on distant beaches, near volcanos, outside casinos, on mountain cabin porches, cafés. Everywhere all at once with an equalizing unifying force that is breathtaking and mystifying. Those chairs. If you own a few of those, a very high likelihood, they're convenient, easy to manufacture, inexpensive, decorative, designed well, utile, they stack nicely like at Home Depot, you might be a pod-person. Just say'n.

Trade up for flamingos.