I know there are nutjobs who throw paint and blood on people wearing fur or leather (which I’m sure is what you were referring to)

Oh my aunt is still alive, she’s just outgrown it. I’m visiting them next weekend and plan on wearing it up so she can see me in it, which I think will make her happy. We’ve always been kindred spirits in some regards. 

I am extremely fond of food, so I have a lot and it really depends on my mood. Since it’s been getting colder, I’ve been wanting stuff that’s warm, savory and filling. Lately, my two mainstays have been:

I have a leather jacket that I got from an aunt that I adore but am terrified of wearing out in public because I’m worried that someone might do something like this to it.

I hate Donj with the power of ten thousands suns for that picture of him holding the elephant tail alone. The smarmy pride on that gormless idiot’s chinless face is worse than his deadlift form, his thoughts, his feelings, his Twitter feed and every word he’s ever uttered all rolled into one.

Came here to make all the points you’re making. I don’t know how I feel about banning things outright, but I definitely believe that there are ways we can regulate the fast fashion industry, fur, leather and industrial agriculture of all forms to improve it.

I am 100% on board with these kind of hacks and am going to try this out at my earliest opportunity. Does anyone have any recommendations for a substitute for the pistachio for people with nut allergies?

This shit is both ridiculous and scary, y’all. It’s a weird kind of feeling. 

When I was a kid I once had a cop explode on me because I waved at him and he thought I was doing it sarcastically and thus being “disrespectful”. I’d say your assessment is pretty spot on. 

I appreciate your attention to detail, my friend. I also picked up on what that comment was implying and was sufficiently grossed out. 

Congrats to everyone! This is pretty much my favorite thing Kotaku does and it never fails to disappoint. 

The changed facial expression amused me, too. Before I knew what the game was, a friend was describing it to me and all she could come up with is “You are a goose who is also a bastard.” Pretty apt. 

I agree. I think the most we can do now is follow each other and leave comments on things people have posted. Which is kind of a shitty way to stay in touch. But I comment frequently on Kotaku too, so hopefully I’ll be running into some of you over there. The only place I’m ungreyed is on The Takeout though. For my…

I went ahead and followed you. I’ll miss reading your posts—you always had great insights. It’d be nice if there was a messaging system on here. 

Same. Mostly I just get really bad stomach cramps and nausea, so eeeeevery now and then I’ll say “fuck it” and have a little. Lactaid definitely helps. 

It is also possible that it is the rear shot that Melania loves so—the poly shorts made sheer by perspiration, revealing a bikini brief that clings to the buttocks like matrimonial love or the Saran warp covering a half-eaten Easter ham.

I’m not going to be friends with war criminals and/or people seeking to oppress me. 

I’ve seriously had the song that plays through most of that sketch stuck in my head off and on all day. :P I’m going to have to watch it when I get home from work.