I know a lot of people don't get it. I'm on the fence. I grew up with guns in the house, for defense and for hunting. They were never locked up, and neither was the ammo. My dad told us not to touch them and we didn't. He had a few rifles, maybe four, and one hand gun.

Going along with the stoned girl (no judgement, been there before). Two of my friends and I ate some acid in college. As college kids are known to do late at night we decide we are going to go grab some food. Being that it is about 4 in the morning, the only thing that is open is Country Kitchen. Now I am sure this…

Nintendo Power Glove. Ugh.

I am De Groot.

Most disturbingly absent: Dr. Strangelove, which still hits the nail on the head 50 years later.

Just wait till you see the new missile weapons Iran is developing.

I'm so excited after reading this, I'm gonna...gonna...

You need to wield your cat like a gun if you want to include it in your senior portrait.

I am Glute.

When younger driving around with my dad, I would always say "Punch it Chewie" to my dad when we went through an intersection when the light was yellow.