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A selection of floor burgers from various beat 'em up games.

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That's not what unc means: aftermath.site/unc-aave-afric...

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drawing of a woman staring into the middle distance with her arms crossed, the text THINKING ABOUT HAVING ALL THESE SAME FIGHTS OVER AGAIN WITH ALL THE SAME BAD FAITH JUST-ASKING-QUESTIONS AND “PROVOCATIVE” CULTURE WAR CONTRARIANISM BUT IN 20 YEARS. THEN IN 40 YEARS. THEN IN 60.

drawing of a woman staring into the middle distance with her arms crossed, the text THINKING ABOUT HAVING ALL THESE SAME FIGHTS OVER AGAIN WITH ALL THE SAME BAD FAITH JUST-ASKING-QUESTIONS AND “PROVOCATIVE” CULTURE WAR CONTRARIANISM BUT IN 20 YEARS. THEN IN 40 YEARS. THEN IN 60.

having seen the future

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Had a lot of fun watching this movie for the first time. Thanks for having me.

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i have a simpler explanation which is that drinking milk was a half-ironic racist 4chan meme like 10 years ago and thats what dictates policy now

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what's up blues guy, it's been a minute. season 2 of my podcast just dropped and we have BLOCKBUSTER guest @brettpain.bsky.social on the program to talk LEGENDS OF THE FALL (1995... technically)

find it here WORLDWIDE 95tolife.libsyn.com/one-stab-kno...

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I don’t believe those 6 toilet paper rolls equals 24 regular rolls

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The greatest movie ever made is FREE on Youtube btw

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Before my kid opens up any presents she’s gotta listen to The Disclaimer.

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Cannibal Corpse - Hammer Smashed Face (Kidz Bop version)

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Scientists now believe that the human brain--a magic goo for worrying--can also be used to do other things

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I don’t believe in location sharing with anyone in my life because we all have the right to secret McDonald’s

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Really do not think it would be out of bounds to ask Megyn Kelly what she would think if one of her wealthy friends started hitting on her teenage daughter

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Oregon Trail Absolutely Demolished By Bald Teacher
Oregon Trail Absolutely Demolished By Bald Teacher YouTube video by Pigdog

put my oregon trail stream on youtube if you need some soothing background noise (where a child contracts typhoid repeatedly) www.youtube.com/watch?v=dUZN...

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I deleted my account earlier this year, way too late, I saw some truly awful shit towards the end.

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I’m as sober as a really stoned judge

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The adults that get afraid of cartoons have always been in charge.

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Your kid wants a labubu, mine wants a monchichi, we are not the same

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This is the only reason to keep a journal

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I managed to get to ante 11 just playing off a madness card that was randomly deleting my other jokers the entire time.

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LAST RESPONDERS IS BACK!!!

Just in time for spooky season @feraljokes.bsky.social joins me for a 9-1-1 Halloween special.

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the lion doesn't concern himself with credit scores

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Any chance we could get a couple hundred people to mob the grocery store and steal everything inside…

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Then No Kings protest was a success we don’t have a monarchy in the USA.

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Cover art to The Last Exit Show

Cover art to The Last Exit Show

Kaleb Horton

Kaleb Horton

IN MEMORY OF KALEB HORTON
& THE LAST EXIT SHOW
Kaleb Horton's premature passing has quietly devastated me in ways that I'm
just starting to come to terms with, which is a bit nuts, because the majority of my relationship with him was parasocial. We got lunch once, bumped into each other intermittently around NoHo, and corresponded probably less than a hundred times, never really rising above "sincere acquaintance" status despite awareness of each other for close to fifteen years. He was my age and a significantly more successful writer than I, whose final years in the devastated, post-COVID landscape were far more arduous than anyone of his talent and ethic should endure. We knew each other most intimately during this moment when we were both struggling to navigate the rolling disaster of writing careers in a time actively hostile to our callings. All these factors are weighing on me, but I think the real grief I'm experiencing comes from the fact that he seemed to personify the revolutionary potential of the 2010s internet, a potential that sadly did not come to pass. It seems my body had decided to register his death as the definitive end to an era that could've changed things for the better.
In the beautiful eulogies I've read online and the tender remarks given at his memorial, I haven't seen much discussion of his tenure as co-host of The Last Exit Show, the podcast he co-hosted with James Murphy, where I first discovered his singular voice. In 2012, The Last Exit Show was the first podcast to become a personal obsession of mine, so I'd like to elaborate on this under-discussed avenue of his genius.
The Last Exit Show was (ostensibly) a comedy podcast hosted by two people on
the outskirts: a poor rural guy in Central California and a poor urban guy living in South London, each with writerly ambitions. Most episodes began with a desolation-tinged comedy sketch, followed by diaristic chats on niche subjects and their esoteric minutiae, be they lost musician bootl…

IN MEMORY OF KALEB HORTON & THE LAST EXIT SHOW Kaleb Horton's premature passing has quietly devastated me in ways that I'm just starting to come to terms with, which is a bit nuts, because the majority of my relationship with him was parasocial. We got lunch once, bumped into each other intermittently around NoHo, and corresponded probably less than a hundred times, never really rising above "sincere acquaintance" status despite awareness of each other for close to fifteen years. He was my age and a significantly more successful writer than I, whose final years in the devastated, post-COVID landscape were far more arduous than anyone of his talent and ethic should endure. We knew each other most intimately during this moment when we were both struggling to navigate the rolling disaster of writing careers in a time actively hostile to our callings. All these factors are weighing on me, but I think the real grief I'm experiencing comes from the fact that he seemed to personify the revolutionary potential of the 2010s internet, a potential that sadly did not come to pass. It seems my body had decided to register his death as the definitive end to an era that could've changed things for the better. In the beautiful eulogies I've read online and the tender remarks given at his memorial, I haven't seen much discussion of his tenure as co-host of The Last Exit Show, the podcast he co-hosted with James Murphy, where I first discovered his singular voice. In 2012, The Last Exit Show was the first podcast to become a personal obsession of mine, so I'd like to elaborate on this under-discussed avenue of his genius. The Last Exit Show was (ostensibly) a comedy podcast hosted by two people on the outskirts: a poor rural guy in Central California and a poor urban guy living in South London, each with writerly ambitions. Most episodes began with a desolation-tinged comedy sketch, followed by diaristic chats on niche subjects and their esoteric minutiae, be they lost musician bootl…

spaces. One episode charted how they would manage Billy Joel through a career revival akin to Johnny Cash's stint with Rick Rubin, earning Joel an 8.8 on Pitchfork.
Another delved into Kaleb's process of tweaking the comic strip Dilbert into a Harold Pinter torture play, and catching hell from its crank creator, Scott Adams.
They discussed all things with Kaleb's acerbic streetwise wit and James' affable generosity, allowing for a soft Don Quixote-Sancho Panza dynamic for effect. Their varied subjects ultimately served as entry points to deeper dialogues about how two alienated Millennials, without traditional means, endeavored to achieve fulfilling lives amidst constant dejection, finding self-actualization in craft, and meaning in the walked detritus of the post-opportunity West. This is what made The Last Exit Show a must-listen whenever it dropped, especially at the time. This was at least three years before Chapo Trap House articulated similarly disaffected sentiments to a much larger audience, but even after that show became big, they weren't talking about Mack McCormick, hobo graffiti tags on boxcars, or childhood visits to Buck Owens' Crystal Palace. Like many things, Kaleb was ahead of the curve; always a dubious honor, as you can't feed a starving man yesterday.
Though Kaleb was the show's primary driver, James was astounding as the supporting mic. Like all great foils, James supported, challenged, and enhanced his co-host, and vice versa. Specializing in 40s horror films, world history, and an Irish-centric ennui, James's presence moved between exceedingly friendly and approachably wise. Together, they pushed each other to greater peaks. After The Last Exit Show wound down, James went on to co-host Pop Could Never Save Us, a podcast with Holly Boson analyzing the UK charts, which is definitely worth your time and support.
I said the show was ostensibly comedy, because it could often be bracing or rather, fearlessly direct about fraught prospects and ensui…

spaces. One episode charted how they would manage Billy Joel through a career revival akin to Johnny Cash's stint with Rick Rubin, earning Joel an 8.8 on Pitchfork. Another delved into Kaleb's process of tweaking the comic strip Dilbert into a Harold Pinter torture play, and catching hell from its crank creator, Scott Adams. They discussed all things with Kaleb's acerbic streetwise wit and James' affable generosity, allowing for a soft Don Quixote-Sancho Panza dynamic for effect. Their varied subjects ultimately served as entry points to deeper dialogues about how two alienated Millennials, without traditional means, endeavored to achieve fulfilling lives amidst constant dejection, finding self-actualization in craft, and meaning in the walked detritus of the post-opportunity West. This is what made The Last Exit Show a must-listen whenever it dropped, especially at the time. This was at least three years before Chapo Trap House articulated similarly disaffected sentiments to a much larger audience, but even after that show became big, they weren't talking about Mack McCormick, hobo graffiti tags on boxcars, or childhood visits to Buck Owens' Crystal Palace. Like many things, Kaleb was ahead of the curve; always a dubious honor, as you can't feed a starving man yesterday. Though Kaleb was the show's primary driver, James was astounding as the supporting mic. Like all great foils, James supported, challenged, and enhanced his co-host, and vice versa. Specializing in 40s horror films, world history, and an Irish-centric ennui, James's presence moved between exceedingly friendly and approachably wise. Together, they pushed each other to greater peaks. After The Last Exit Show wound down, James went on to co-host Pop Could Never Save Us, a podcast with Holly Boson analyzing the UK charts, which is definitely worth your time and support. I said the show was ostensibly comedy, because it could often be bracing or rather, fearlessly direct about fraught prospects and ensui…

My tribute to Kaleb Horton and The Last Exit Show, a podcast he hosted with @jameslatrmurphy.bsky.social

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