I still find the chicken part disturbing.

Life is way too short to tolerate the presence of these kinds of people. Especially during a holiday dinner.

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At my last apartment complex, people typically left perfectly good items they no longer wanted (usually when moving out) on top of the trash compactor (as opposed to opening the door and tossing it inside). I found a few neat things this way.

Wells was onto something (though I find them fascinating animals):

Can we just all agree that all of our uncles work for or have worked for Nintendo?

We’ve had a Vancouver down here since 1825!

Imagine what that...arrangement... of hair would look like if it wasn’t pasted back over his ears.

What we need is relief from that long stringy mess of hair plastered over his ears <shudders>.

I’m sure he didn’t ingest any of the spray, either.

Eh, could be worse. Like Catechumen:

Now you’ve made me suffer from semantic satiation. Hopefully in this case it’s permanent.

Ditto. Very frustrating.

I’m not entirely convinced the boy IS his son.

Just one?

This article made me depressed. All the years and effort spent keeping it mint, well, if that brought them real enjoyment, so be it. But I suspect they would have enjoyed it all the more if they actually drove it, each of them.

They should be relocated to the nearest smelter.