Dec 012008
 

What’s the Darwinian adaptive significance of the odd human ritual in which a group of two or more women unleash such brutal rancor on the personality, traits and past deeds of another woman mutually known to them that, were the target of their attacks actually present, she would doubtless cast herself off the nearest promontory – and then, once she has been thoroughly denounced and exposed as the stuck-up pretentious wanton whore bitch Grendel’s mother she is, why do they cap off the ritual by convincing themselves that, actually, she’s “nice”? How did that help us forage for berries and take down mammoths?

Also, what’s the deal with the stock market?!?! Am I right????

  One Response to “The HMS Beagle never dropped anchor at this island”

  1. AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIR PLANE FOOOOOOOOOOOOOD

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