Your screen name is accurate.

I am WAY MORE EXCITED about this than Bob Ross would want me to be. Picture it kids... Syracuse, NY 1988 or 87. It is the end of 8th grade, young BeeAtch just spent the last year being ostracized by her friends, because 8th grade girl reasons. I decide to go volunteer at a rehab (physical, not drug) facility for the…

Shit, this breaks my heart.

Just call it a bible for Dawkins-ists.

Yup. I see an asshole park their car straddling the line between two spaces and fantasize about smashing into it and doing irreparable harm to the precious paint job.

This is Self-reflection. It’s a skill adults have. I’m pretty cool with it.

Damn you gameshark for disabling Trance in my save !