I believe the land of internet discourse is beset by a mob mentality. Anyone who is seen to offend is often subject to a witch-hunt. Discourse is dead, and we killed it.
We’re all subject to an odd phenomenon in life, where one name is somehow home to an endless cycle of douchebags. My name is Josh.
One pioneering man of science has decided to find out why we feel linked by witnessing the same sad movie. His methods, however, were questionable.
The Plastic Jesus is something circumstantial in your life, but something that you’d forever defend. Mine happens to be which corn chip brand is superior. And if you say Doritos, I will fight you.
Everyone hates slow-walkers, but you know what? Compared to these bastards, they’re borderline saints.