Maybe they'll catch Pence going down ON him and we get two birds with one stone.
Because you know that fucker's sucked a few dicks. You don't go starting a gay therapy clinic without having some major shame over sucking a few dicks.*

After more than 25 years, I quit smoking.
Really helps keep the rage at a nice, rolling boil.

I'm glad I scrolled down, because this was my thought too.

You expect him to know anything that's happened? Like… ever?

You mean the last of TODAY'S weed. He's going to re-up tomorrow.

Democrat VOTER, maybe. The candidates seem to be pretty ok with the M-IC.

Fuckit. I say we just let the supermutants have it.

This makes so much sense now.

I think I just want to go back to watching Gundam and Robotech with the sound off. Wait… who is that girl and why is she singing lasers?

I grew up on Bruce Lee and wanted to be like him. Yeah, I'm a skinny guy. Then you find out that he broke his own back lifting weights too heavy for him, attempting to impress westerners.

Like that fuckin sword!

Oooo point taken.

And they (and we) don't have the patience because they haven't developed the skill, and this has real, actual consequences for the development of our brains. I could go on but I had this exact conversation at length with someone else earlier in the week.

Agreed!

Paige? Have tact when dealing with Plant? You know they fucking hate each other, right?

Ah yes. The evangelical atheist, who proselytizes and insults at every turn if you don't agree with them about religion. "It's not religion! It's the opposite of that! Besides, it's the truth!" But the behavior is the same.

I agree with everything you said except one thing: equating a banjo (or any instrument) to a computer. I can click the mouse or hit a key any ole way and the result is the same. I don't even have to do it on time. I can splice that shit or map it to the meter automatically in fucking garage band. Pick or fret a note…

I think you can just paste a youtube URL into the comment and it'll work.

Since Guitar Center still exists, I can only assume that there are still kids slaving away in their bedrooms over peeling, fragged fingertips, trying to actually be good at something. At least I hope.

Keep talking. When I kneel behind him, you push.