Ah well, KFC not selling cake anymore is not a large loss to humanity.

They sell a weird chocolate chocolate chip mini bundt cake kind of deal. The one I had tasted like sadness incarnate. Unless they're doing trial runs of a lemon cake, the dude brought the cake in. And again, their cakes are not good. Like a vaguely frosted cellulose sponge. So, maybe it would be a good thing if KFC no…

Never trust a Kris Jenner look-a-like.

Brilliant plan! If we all invent our own languages, these kinds of jerks won't be able to communicate with us any longer! Time to build a cabin!

I do video and animation, and I'm in the same boat as you: if you cannot see, you cannot work in a non-tactile visual profession (had to make an exception for Degas' sculpture). I can't imagine someone in mere moments putting an end to the life and profession I've worked so hard to build. And to do it over something…

Then maybe try the one flavor that I'll fight to the death for— Pinnacle Gummy (or red licorice. They taste pretty much the same.) with cola makes the best damn cherry coke. Add a couple of moonshine cherries for pure drunkening bliss.

It does! I keep trying to figure out if that's some kind of sex reference. Or if it's just because they think they're Salt of the Earth type people who think they're doing something sweet, which, actually comes across as dirtier, knowing the IRL timeline.

Aww! That little chihuahua in a swing has the same face as my sister's rescue dog! He's a chihuahua corgi mix.

Thanks for taking the time to answer.

Wait, so, if it wasn't the burner accounts, what made them think it was a burner/IP issue? Were they still hiding their IP addresses? Do you guys just not record anyone's IP?

The NSA will readily tell you that they don't have actual people looking at all that data.

Flour moths are awful. If you ever have to deal with them again, rub your pantry shelves with some tea tree oil or eucalyptus oil. Bastards hate that stuff.

This is clearly evidence of sabotage by Team Cake.

Around here, Verizon, Cablevision, and even the electric utitlity guys are all seriously understaffed. Everybody gets their appointments knowing they can only keep half of them.

Doesn't everyone own at least one slutty pair of granny panties?

Amen! If we can't all eat dirty food whenever we want, then what was the point of inventing antibiotics?

Suddenly I feel like we need photos of all kinds of women wearing skinny hipsters. . . .

I sent him a vile of my tears.

That's so weird! I used the button at the top that's supposed to start a new thread. I wonder if you were most recent or most popular when I posted or maybe that button doesn't perform the function I thought.

I also remember the time my mom bought grapples—a cross between a grape and an apple—and I wasn't very impressed.