Do Tesla Stans Dream of Electric Sheep?

No disability, no opinion.

Well it is called Jedi Fallen Order...I’ll see myself out.

You see this as self-control and for the best.

And just to get this out of the way: dating isn’t a competition. Nobody—except for sociopaths, anyway—keeps a spreadsheet tally of people’s points and decides who to date by who’s got the highest score. You’re not “competing” with other guys; you’re competing against a night alone. It’s not that she’s trying to…

Bleh dating services.

I think the thing that’s really weird is the scale. They seem smaller than real cats, who are good at taking up space. 

Finally, a video that belongs on Deadspin.

Every Sunday, I wage a war on my fitted sheet as I attempt to put it on my mattress, struggling to fit it around one corner as it pops off another.

Jesus.Fucking.Christ. This woman was stabbed 47 times and you still managed to do her a further disservice and erasing her by merely referring to her Ashton Kutcher’s ex.

Needs more lugnuts.

I’m not THAT much better than that, let’s  be honest.

I once had a VHS that had 6 hours of Hot Lesbian Action. It took me three years and 2 VCRs to experience the full 360 minutes.

That’s the trouble with terrorism, the secrecy.

But then you’d just end up with a Brontësaurus. 

Everyone wants more cops on the street.

Not the first time some old dude got overly excited about a teenage girl’s jugs.

So I can, and let me repeat that, so I can keep track of the visions in my dreams.

Always wear sunglasses at night.