So I’ll be the first to Pinkham’s Law this, but the Whataburger story just made me really sad. Like, really sad. They were fucking hungry and broke. I don’t defend how they did it, but damn, that’s a shitty situation.

More like Cincinnati Dangles, amirite?!?!

that outfit tho! i know it’s been a while, but i could have sworn mib was a cool movie at the time...

There is a shitty, pretentious raw vegan place near where I work and on their sandwich board right now it says, “Frost-kissed, hand massaged kale.” Ugh.

I don’t know why your rant made me want Subway, but here we are.

“there was some undeniable back door action and serious erectile dysfunction.”

Sounds like you’re kind of an ass hole.

What I’m hearing is: Made up.

NICE.

And why would this be a problem, given that cat litter is clay?

so what i’m hearing from others is don’t buy cat litter from walmart as apparently it’s already has piss in it

Wait, what? Are you a cat?

Bichons have a tendency to take over your soul. My family used to have one. On Day 1, my Dad said, “I do not love dogs, not since my childhood Beagle, Skippy, died in my arms on Christmas day.”
On Day 2, my Dad was singing to the Bichon in a falsetto.

I was hoping the video that Mr. Alderson had put up was that episode of Louie with the horrible devil child who demanded a snack, ate a full pound of raw ground beef, and then took a bath...

Waking me from sleep is a no-go. Unless it’s a life-threatening emergency, do not wake me up. If you wake me up, the answer will never, ever be yes. I don’t get enough sleep as it is.

It really doesn’t fucking matter. It’s not like it was dipped in Anthrax before. Guess what? You inhale dust all day long.

“And now, we return to .... ‘Demonfarts of August: The BCO Story’”

All of them—all. Of. Them.—ordered steak and lobster

You and I think the same. Both idiots.