Perkins did mention last week that he was leaving. He’s Tweeted about it some as well. Of course, the unfortunate thing about that is that you have to wade into Twitter to read it. 

That was a great bit.  She put a LOT of energy into it and it showed. 

What about G.E. Smith?

Crushed by rocks while exploring a tunnel? That’s so cave in.

Happy birthday, Nobody.

Savage has a great piece of advice that he gives out to people every now and again who can’t find a date: prepare your future self to date. Make yourself interesting, read, exercise, take care of yourself.

If I was going to write a letter to one person and I knew it was going to be read in its entirety I would write to Nobody. Yes you! Why don’t you respond to me? Are you just shredding my letters, birthday cards, and telegrams? I’m not going to be ignored! Don’t make me boil your bunny!

My wife does edibles and I’m OK with it (we’re in a legal state). She’s experimented with the harder stuff before we met but hasn’t done anything beyond pot for a long time.  I tired the marijuanas once but it just doesn’t work for me, which is unfortunate I think.  

Dude.  Don’t just give up on Baconators.  They’ve got bacon! 

Good first impression: hold out the back of your hand for them to sniff, then when they are comfortable that you are not threatening, scratch them behind the ears and under the chin. From there you can move on to petting and, it goes without saying, heavy petting.

I don’t remember ever being abducted by aliens or angering an elderly witch. Let me think about that for a bit though.

Dear Savage Nobody,

Pizza!

One of the best storylines is when Max acts like a bear for the whole episode.

I thought that I was going to do a dry January but that didn’t happen. I also signed up for a January boot camp that I thought I was going to do but exercising is hard. I run and bike and the boot camp had a charity component to it and it came with a free neck gaiter so yay me!

Dear Savage Nobody,

Dear Savage Nobody,

Ninjas fighting dragon ninjas AND eye dongs?  If I was a woman, I’d be pretty moist right now.  Moist. 

Dear Savage Nobody,

Dear Savage Nobody,