I was going to say, this sounds like Thanksgiving when I go home...

I’ve made several friends by providing commentary on the guys sending women drinks.

What passes for poetry these days gives me a migraine.

I’ve seen all the dance movie I need to see.

Shit like this is why we need a justifiable ass kicking law in this country. I admire those poor workers’ restraint.

There’s a special place in hell for him.

I can’t decide if I’d like to see the Kardashians or the Duggars marched up there first...

Here’s my hope

The irony to me is these same girls see women in burkhas and shudder.

See also the destruction of the Native American way of life. You basically get the gold rush and Custer’s last stand. Maybe a mention of the Trail of Tears.

So gross. Here, Mr. Bad Guy, I know who you should try kidnapping next. Just let me get some popcorn ready...

Well, I mean, there was a time when kids were taught Nuclear bomb drills.

Yknow, when the zombie apocalypse happens, I think a trip on campus along Fraternity Row with a whole lotta ammo might be worth it. Infected? I don’t think that matters.

You know what happens when you build a wall, Scott?

Love him or hate him, Kanye is an infinite fount of comedy for those two.

And people say she’s a villain. More and more, I’m beginning to thinks she’s the most heroic fictional character out there.

You had me at playable Ahsoka

No way! I legit was talking today about how weird it must be to update the software to a fountain drink machine.

I gotta come down on the side of delicious pickles myself.

I swear by Firehouse, personally. I literally argued my coworkers out of subway today (not because of this, because Firehouse is that much better.)