…don't eat the crab dip, yea yaaaeee?

Yeah, Disqus. I edited this motherfucker. Okay? Are you happy? Sweet Jesus.

No. We don't. None of us. Ever.

No. We don't. None of us. Ever.

It's well-documented; it's in the spreadsheet, in fact.

It's well-documented; it's in the spreadsheet, in fact.

You guys, I don't have much to say but I'll say this. When I first started coming here about a year ago, I was a long-ass way from home and there was this gathering of stability here where I could rest my weary self. For a while, my Friday ritual was to watch the Community that had aired while I was sleeping, and then…

There is nothing more that need be said!

Oh, right nooow. *taps nose*

Well-said!

Better than all the rest, as a matter of fact.

Happy birthday to yoooou!

I'm pouring out a little applejack for you, SBT, and for all of us! Why are we so unbearably great?!

This is your excuse to instigate one.

Of course, nothing beats roasting the hearts of your enemies.

I am going with either hot cocoa + crème de menthe + crème de cacao OR apple cider + apple brandy. Let's stay warm, folks.

Well, I just went camping, and last night we were saddened to discover that moths had eaten (and more importantly, shat in) our marshmallows. (And our rice.) We happened to have donuts on hand for breakfast the following morning. When we realized that s'mores were a no-go, we said, "Ha ha! Guess we'll just have to…

These were glazed donuts, which were even better suited to this purpose, I think.

Did you guys know that when moths eat your marshmallows, you can simply roast donuts over an open fire instead for a delightful alternative? It's true!

Happy birthday…I GUESS!!!!!!!!!