Hey, excessive white space was my nickname in college!*

Busy. Replaced the pickups and electronics in one guitar (but I think I have a bad 3-way switch). Normal chores (dishes, laundry, lawn, groceries, dog baths, et al). Went to dinner with my aunt who's in from out of town. Went to my father-in-law's house where my 2 year old fell in the pool without floaties on. He does…

That sounds tremendous. All of it.

Ditto. I wouldn't say it "reveals the real me" because that filter that exists when I'm sober is part of me, but I tend to get more exuberant and happy. There are notable exceptions.

It took me like 20 comments below before I realized "ship" was short for relationship. I'm not proud. Or tired.

Me too. In fact, that's what is for dinner tonight. Little kraut, little mustard, relish. Maybe pickled okra on the side. Hoo boy, we're gonna do it up right tonight!

I shit this hate. Better for your emotional AND physical health.

Hey, you play the game your way and I'll play it my way.

The word is essentially a stand-in for testicles.

"Now take that shampoo bottle and shove it up my ass."

Don't worry. I'm bringing sadism to the AV Club.

No that's totally natural for someone in their 40s.

There's so much less effort involved.

Sadly, the "apex" is still Kinja.

Or, perhaps they enjoy streaming porn consisting entirely of mothers.

Our songs don't have the excellence required to demand much of anything.

Similar experience. I don't know much about the full RBF catalog, but Turn The Radio Off is a damn good album.

I think I might listen to "cookie monster harmony" at this point. Not for more than a song though.

Quagmire in real life?

MC Scat Cat or something. I never understood why that was in there.