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          • March 17, 2012 2:11 am
              And don’t give me “this poor man is in the hospital,” OK? Have you ever been to a Grateful Dead show? There were always about 50 nude white dudes loosing their shit at every show. They even had their own section right next to the handicapable section. White guy loosing his shit, nude in public, is a right of passage! We have no better ritual to signify our complete and utter bewildering agony at living in a horrific world in which white dudes like us have basically tortured humanity as soon as it crawled out of the ocean. We got billions of years of guilt hardwired into our boring, terrified flesh. So congrats on joining the club of human fucking beings, Jason Russell. We are all nuts.

             And don’t give me “this poor man is in the hospital,” OK? Have you ever been to a Grateful Dead show? There were always about 50 nude white dudes loosing their shit at every show. They even had their own section right next to the handicapable section.

            White guy loosing his shit, nude in public, is a right of passage! We have no better ritual to signify our complete and utter bewildering agony at living in a horrific world in which white dudes like us have basically tortured humanity as soon as it crawled out of the ocean. We got billions of years of guilt hardwired into our boring, terrified flesh. So congrats on joining the club of human fucking beings, Jason Russell. We are all nuts.

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            9. said: LOL right of passage. I have yet to do this. Bucket list.