Ever wonder what it’s like to live in New Mexico? This is fairly exemplary.
Ever wonder what it’s like to live in New Mexico? This is fairly exemplary.
Ever wonder what it’s like to live in New Mexico? This is fairly exemplary.
Today Yahoo!
Today Yahoo!
Today Yahoo! announced that their systems had been compromised and personally identifying user information (including names, e-mail addresses, telephone numbers, dates of birth and answers to security questions) had been stolen.
Nasty.
But the truly galling bit?
Law enforcement provided Yahoo in November 2016 with data files that a third party claimed was Yahoo user data. We analyzed this data with the assistance of outside forensic experts and found that it appears to be Yahoo user data. Based on further analysis of this data by the forensic experts, we believe an unauthorized third party, in August 2013, stole data.
Emphasis mine. This data was stolen in August 2013 and it took 3 years and an outside party to make Y! aware of it?!
I have stuff growing on my shower curtain that could do a better job of security.
Fuck you, 2016. Only two weeks to go and you just can’t stop yourself, can you? Get help.
Fuck you, 2016. Only two weeks to go and you just can’t stop yourself, can you? Get help.
Fuck you, 2016. Only two weeks to go and you just can’t stop yourself, can you? Get help.
Originally shared by Dan Ramos
http://abc7news.com/news/actor-alan-thicke-dead-at-age-69/1654919/
Wassail! Wassail! All over the Ploos!
Wassail! Wassail! All over the Ploos!
Wassail! Wassail! All over the Ploos!
Our posts they have content. Our comments have use.
Our social network is not just for looks.
So here’s to us all and fuck Facebook!
And here is to Katherine I and her whole crew.
Melinda Greenwood the Spawn and hubby Sean, too!
And since I said “too” then here’s to their ‘toos!
A jolly wassail to the flock and to you!
And here is to Rugger Ducky and Sarah Lester.
My favorite two lesbians be it here or there.
The sisters I’ve chosen and they’ve chosen me!
You bring to the Ploos my sense of festivity!
And here is to Bruce Shark and to his strong jaws.
Pray God let him not bite dear old Santa Claus.
For Santa’s on the the “Do Not Eat” list.
And if you bite him you’ll meet my fist!
And here is to Paul O’Malley and Mrs. OM.
A woman of patience to tolerate ‘im.
And tolerate she does, as ‘ere I have seen.
Better friends in Eire there ne’er ‘ave been!
And here’s to Yonatan Zunger and to his long posts.
Read only by bots and all of us ghosts.
Because Ploos is a “ghost town” or so they do say.
But all of his posts blow Facebook away!
And here’s to Geoffrey Snyder and his sexy beeves!
His coiff is so perfect and his clothes done so neat.
And hitting on him you’ll want to avoid.
Lest you wake the wrath of Romeo Void.
And here’s to us all, especially those I’ve forgot!
I’ve been drinking wassail and my brain it is shot.
To those I’ve forgot I pray you draw near.
And a jolly wassail it’s then you shall hear!
Then you shall hear!
Then you shall hear!
AND A JOLLY WASSAIL IT’S THEN YOU SHALL HEAR!
Bruce Shark Between that shark cake and this … best Monday EVAR?
Bruce Shark Between that shark cake and this … best Monday EVAR?
Bruce Shark Between that shark cake and this … best Monday EVAR?
Remember when, during the primaries, Rand Paul was “too extreme?”
Remember when, during the primaries, Rand Paul was “too extreme?”
Remember when, during the primaries, Rand Paul was “too extreme?”
How about now?
Yes, this headline just happened.
Yes, this headline just happened.
Yes, this headline just happened.
http://www.rollingstone.com/movies/features/carrie-fisher-on-lsd-death-and-sex-with-han-solo-w451925
But of our Germany, which was a nation of poets and musicians, of artists and soldiers, he has made a nation of…
But of our Germany, which was a nation of poets and musicians, of artists and soldiers, he has made a nation of…
But of our Germany, which was a nation of poets and musicians, of artists and soldiers, he has made a nation of hysterics and hermits, engulfed in a mob and led by a thousand liars or fanatics.
Kaiser Wilhelm II on Adolf Hitler, December 1938
Monday.
Monday.
Monday.
I’ve seen your money on the floor.
I’ve seen your money on the floor.
I’ve seen your money on the floor.
I’ve felt the pocket change, though all
the feelings that broke through that door
just didn’t seem to be too real.
The yard is nothing but a fence.
The sun just hurts my eyes,
somewhere it must be time for penitence.
Gardening at night has never worked.