All planes land, eventually.

I figure by the time her kids go to college, the right will have an entirely new fictional enemy. 

The fuzzy dice are a nice touch.

Declining, but still sharper than the option.

And the taliban.

I need that shirt. I feel so out of place staring into windows without it.

They’re also the party of Lincoln. You can tell, because they wave confederate flags.

They’d just jack up their prices to cover it.

I hope these drones have a speaker system so they can play that euroclub dance beat while they attack.

“there are weapons in the house, yeah, but I don’t think he’d use them on me,”

I’ll have to make a note of that.

I’m not sure what good the radio would do. There’s no way I could hear anything over the sound of my own screaming.

I mean—what was the Van Halen song? “Hot for teacher?” That was written about this!

They didn’t just start to threaten people. The lies their outrage machine generates gets people to show up at a pizza place with a gun, looking for non-existent basements.

You can call it an unsuccessful landing, but I prefer to think of it as a successful attack. 

That’s my guess. 580 doesn’t have that much wall except around downtown, and you’d see the high-rises behind the wall if it was there.

His bass lines were so fluid and melodic, they just dance around the guitar parts.

Don’t forget how they’re the ‘blue lives matter’ party, until they beat cops with the poles that hold those banners.

Not sturdy, sdirty.

Are you confusing consequences as racism?