On Hold, Sorry

n. the amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm, listening to waves of rain pattering against the roof like an argument upstairs, whose muffled words are unintelligible but whose crackling release of built-up tension you understand perfectly.

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I’ve never seen Obama and soulja boy in the same room. Think about it

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