Just in case I'm dead by then, if anyone needs a pulse rifle in 63 years, I'll just leave mine in every locker at every Brotherhood of Steel bunker in the country.

I want to hear this guy's story!

That looks infected.

I like my crust crunchy on the outside and soft on the inside, with a hint of garlic butter. No amount of cheese and meat stuffing can improve on that.

Hopefully until you and your army of mouthbreathers shut the fuck up.

Life is too short for hate. And so, despite the fact that Luna is still amorphous and evolving—a clay blob only beginning to take shape—Hunicke wants that message to come across. She wants to use games to connect people.

Buck Angel is in this game?

HI FIVE TO TEH FACE, BRO!!

Well, those were the days of random surprise pop-ups, sometimes dozens of them, and pop-up blocker wasn't a thing back then so you had to manually close all those porn windows and hope that none of them gave your computer a virus.
I used to hang out on (totally child-friendly, harmless) anime fansites and yahoo…

Heh, thanks :D

I dunno, I know plenty of people who are really into skinny dudes.

Take a good look at this comment by theoneandonlyshlomo, letter writer. This is you in 5 years if you don't change your attitude. Don't become a bitter little troll!

Oh, nono don't sademoticon me. My life is cool now, and my family is too. We're just weird. We're vulcans. That's alright.
And I don't plan on having kids, but having a dog really helped me with learning how to develop and stick to daily rituals and traditions. And she taught me h0w to consume meals while getting…

We had none of those in my family. Not even daily traditions. Mornings were always chaos, and everyone came home from work/school and ate at a different time. I guess the one weekly tradition we had were weekend yelling matches over what constituted the appropriate duration of homework and study time.
As a result, we…

Looks like mold. Pass.

It's THE WORST. I can't even have the stuff in my kitchen.

My grandmother used to clean everything with vinegar. Copious amounts of vinegar. She'd literally dump an entire bottle of vinegar into the toilet bowl every other day. Not only did she spend more money on vinegar than she would have on regular cleaners, her house smelled like ass and the vinegar left brown stains on…

Ugh, yeah. The well meaning distraction tactics. When I'm depressed, I have trouble engaging in basic conversations. Like, I just automatically tune out after a minute because nothing holds my interest, my brain just gives up and stops processing the words I hear and it all just becomes white noise.