Nobody “deserves” to be denied a Ford GT. And if Bernie had won the nomination, we’d be looking forward to a day when everybody in America could have one.

Oh come on, we’re letting a clearly purple cat self-identify as pink now? This isn’t a matter of personal choice, it’s about what portion of the spectrum of visible light your fur refracts!

Awww man. Why’d you pick him? He’s crazy, but he actually does good work going through records to find stuff that legitimately happened and should be a matter of public debate. Just you know. Check out when he starts talking about god or worshipping pagan gods and bilderberg whatever.

So many lonely men on TV.

Surprises are still fun, so I tried to split the difference. First, the proposal was a sneak attack.

IMO don’t go for finding strangers who’re interested in playing online. Find family and friends, even if (or especially if) they’ve never played before, and see if you can talk them into doing the intro adventures together.

I’ve driven from Seattle to DC twice, and Seattle to Dallas 3 times, and now I’m a burned out husk filled only with nightmares.

Man. I bet he has a ‘her breasts on her body with my face’ fantasy.

Also, going the other way, I want more scenes where Bear Grylls disappears into a thicket we hear animal noises and are left wondering ‘did he just do it with a wild animal? Or is that just for the cameras?’

The J Marion Sims example is a weirdly perfect window into the concept of consent.

Disclaimer: This is not a way of saying ‘quit whining’, more a pile on to the idea that the people who live there put up with this all the time, and also this bit is just weirdly perfect.

WTF? Sulu was the navigator. Uhura was on languages!

“Allow me to illustrate a theoretical physics principle by defacing pornography.”

Ok, but what about Gulf Oil? Tell me they aren’t the lube of your life, thanks to their snazzy racecars?

Lorde’s Uber was Merlin, of whom it is said “lives backwards”, thus, when meeting for the first time, it is a great occasion of sadness, as it is, for him, parting forever.

Since 1989, every M&M shell has simply been the carapace of a genetically tailored beetle that has been injected with chocolate, and passed quickly through a rat intestine to seal it.

This whole post tows goats.

I wonder if it was just difficult to get a flattering photo at the event. Even USA today kind of resorted to a jumbotron shot from inside the crowd.

It’s true. When I look at Hillary Clinton I think ‘I don’t think I could be president’.