Who in the world is cussing on Twitter? Cursebird is a handy third-party app that provides a real time #$!@ stream. Layer this data over the previously featured Who's Pooping On Twitter? and you've got yourself a pretty darn rich analysis of the most moronic microbloggers out there!
Will the fairies rescue the forest from the evil industrial twink? Can they rely on their super reach around powers to vanquish the evil invasion? Will they apparently give birth to the dancing baby from Ally McBeal in a highly improbable manner?
I was having quite a good day until this video brought me back down to earth. I'm so uncool I didn't even know sports-based Wiccanism was a thing. I do not and never have owned a rat. My hair is all one colour. I have taken a variety of crap from a multitude of people. When a random weedy guy insults my and my comrades' skating skills I would never, ever think to exact my revenge on the next random that walks into frame rather than on him. Ice cold.
Shoreditch is one of those suburbs in London where trendiness has taken over utility and it can be difficult to find objects that actually serve a purpose beyond functioning as a marker of the owner's street cred/ironic outlook/hipster cool.
That's where Normal in Shoreditch comes in handy, serving you the names and locations of stores where you can purchase a (non-Pantone) mug or embarrassingly humdrum bunch of flowers.
Listen with sound on for most excellent sound effects.
I know what you're thinking. "Did he summon six patronuses or only five?" Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement I kind of lost track myself. But being as this is an 11 inch holly with a Phoenix feather core, the most powerful wand in the world, and would aveda kedavra your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself one question: Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya, He Who Cannot Be Named?
Well Harry, considering you never actually use any big boy spells and always fall back on some pussy-arsed disarming bullshit, yeah actually I think I'll take my chances.