Oh screw you for calling it Darkest Timeline paintball. For like a minute I was so fucking happy I had forgotten what Season 4 Paintball was. Damn.

I don't remember a damn thing about Season 4 paintball. I'm impressed, brain. Way to delete something I wanted deleted for once.

I started watching it during lunch. But then I dont have time to comment til after, damn lack of time restrictions

Who's heckling me? Oh, the Indian guy.

Hey-O!

One of my top "DAMN WHY CAN'T I HIT YOU" moments was a friend of my Mom's I had never met before telling me she was praying I find a job, at my Grandma's funeral.

Simpsons had a few of those, less as time went on. My Dad had to interpret for me.

No one who speaks German could be evil!

Rawr!

I work for a non profit that's getting supporters to write letters to put pressure on decision makers for some pending legislation. ANYWAY, I'm sorting them and stumble on one from a lady including multiple paragraphs about her cats, apropos of nothing.

I need to remember that next time Planned Parenthood sends me a solicitation letter. Should take about a week.

Bitchcakes 4 Life

That's the joke.

"It's the 4 elephants of the Apocalypse!"
"That's horsemen, Ned."
"Well, getting closer!"

It's dark rye bread and butter.

Bjork, Bjork, were you brought by a stork?
Or were you created from butter and cork?
I love you so much that I act like a dork
Oh Bjork, oh Bjork, oh Bjork.

You were.

I was in 3rd or 4th grade when Oklahoma City was bombed. Presumably home on a sick day. I remember my Mom telling us to (in nicer terms) to STFU, something important was happening on the TV, and my younger brother and his friend roughhousing-playing in a way that sent me down a flight of stairs to the hard basement…

Someone linked it above.

At least it wasn't a story about Forrest Tucker.