Whoops, my bad. I had Bronco Billy confused with The Electric Horseman. Disregard my previous answer.

The j-holes across the cubicle in engineering are having a very serious and very loud argument about the Deadpool movie. It's been going on 5 minutes now. I was neutral about Deadpool before, but now because of these tiresome fuckhobbits I hate it on principle.

"What does God need with Jefferson Starship?"

I'm eating a raw potato.

We Need to Talk About Kylo

Bar Doors: Divorce Awakens

Star Thors: The Norse Awakens

Everything is a crisis with these people.

It's like, how much more Willie Nelson could this be? And the answer is none. None more Willie Nelson.

Hooray! Today is "Let's read our emails out loud to everyone, with sarcastic commentary!" day among the insufferably douchy manchildren who comprise the engineering team I work next to. I would be in prison for murder were it not for Spotify and noise-cancelling headphones.

I have it on good authority that his favorite food was hotdogs.

Ugghh… that brisket's not sitting well.

Don't put the fart before the corpse.

…
…
…
… OF CAUCUS

The Force Stays Up Too Late on a School Night
The Force Hits the Snooze Button

♬Bain de Soleil
for the San Tropez tan♬

Apparently it's let's-all-talk-in-a-loud-yoda-voice! day for the team of douchebrogrammers I sit next to.

When I lived in Denver in the 80s there was this late night call-in radio talk show on KPKE or KBPI, whichever one was the hard-rock station. Anyway I was 14 and in bed listening to this show one night and they're talking about the occult, and Satanism, and the Book of Revelation, really creepy stuff, and this dude…

We lived in Arizona.

"Put … the candle … BACK!"