Grab some OK cola, throw on your fanciest flannel, put pearl jam into the cassette deck, it’s time to relive the 90s.

Umm, there is only one Demogorgon.

You’re the only one who seems triggered here, snowflake.

Psst. Seven and eight is fifteen.

Electric cars are bound by the same rules of air resistance as internal combustion cars, so yes.

If only there was some sort of ability to block people from your social media feeds. Technology has failed us again, I suppose.

Select an activity: Catching Pokemon.

Two possible causes:

Sorry to hear about your divorce.

So, I have an FR-S. It is a great daily driver, and more than enough room for anything except for carrying around more than one normal sized adult passengers. On the plus side, this means I never I have to drive when I go on long trips with friends.

House 2: This time it IS lupus.

That the bridge I am on will burst into flames and collapse. That can’t happen, though, right?

Wait, as an adult you ordered milk at a restaurant? Is this a thing other adults do?

Online reviews are always terrible and worthless.

Also leaving: Bob’s Burgers.

Which is worse, having Mark Sanchez as your mentor, or having somebody mentored by Mark Sanchez as your mentor?

So ... Cyanide tablets?

Still haven’t addressed their core need of pass rushers, though.

Cookies and Cream: Oreo-flavored oreos.

I once watched a guy who didn’t properly clean the top of his car stop at a traffic light. All the snow slid off his roof, onto the windshield, completely blinding him. Don’t be that guy.