Jesus T.P.V. Christ.

I don’t have much to add that is useful, except to say, “Fuck Lindsey Graham.”

That just means an extra drinking day, my friend!

Fuck, at this point, Coronavirus seems like almost a good thing. I mean, Armageddon is coming one way or the other. At least that one is quick.

As Helliphiknow says, we aren’t going to be ok. The world isn’t going to hell in a handbasket, and the handbasket is on fire.

They know that. They don’t want encryption. They want the illusion of encryption. The TSA doesn’t actually provide security, but it does provide a pap that will placate the poors. Sadly, they are usually right.

Well, maybe. But you know what sure as fuck won’t change it? Doing nothing at all like a gangrenous scrotum.

You’d think after once freeing your jibblies from your shorts on a humid day it would be clear that if you could taste with your scote, you’d know already, and we would have mint-flavored boxers.

And the things we dipped our balls in!

This has been quite a week, but a happy one because my wife finally came home after 2 weeks of caring for her parents.

I’m happy to say that studios need to plan more time for their projects, but offering that as a solution is simplistic, at best. The problem is not just impatient players. Every day costs the company money in salaries/hours but also in the form of vacation time accrued, health insurance, 401k matching dollars, coffee,…

I’m in the minority and no one cares, but this game is my single greatest purchase regret from 2019.

I don’t know--the third from the left might be a dude with a manbun. NTTAWWT (well, with the sleeping arrangements. There’s definitely something wrong with a manbun).

Luckily, the Botched doctors will probably be able to rectify this problem

I’ve never been overly fond of him, but for me the point he ceased to be of any importance was after a few seasons of “Idiot Abroad”, where he thought it was funny to fuck with Karl Pilkington who, by then, had traveled the world and experienced a great deal, met a ton of people, and expanded his horizons. It became…

How in the unholy, panko-crusted fuck do you wait until your feet look like that before you seek out a doctor??? The first second I found anything like that on me I would be running for the clinic, screaming, “I don’t need your fucking judgement, but getitoffgetitoffgetifoff!!!!!!!!”

You have to wonder how he would respond to someone doing that to his daughter.

I’ve been at it for years--no cancer yet!

So we’re all going to just gloss over the bit about 2 and half containers of white Tic-Tacs? Why a half? Do they just dump half of a container in the trash? Does no one use them at all, or do they have throw out half a container every morning? I’m very confused by this.

I’ve always felt this way. Having a company that is failing due to a shitty CEO? Give me a chance. I can’t do worse, and I’ll only ask for half what the last guy got.