I was so excited when I realized what was happening.

Gentle.....gennnntle. It's so fuzzy it would be like eating cotton balls, methinks.

I like you. A lot.

NO EATING! Only cuddling, please.

Oh, well in THAT case...I'm in! I'll also help cook and bring wine.

Sorry, cats? I was with you until cats. I'm....allergic.

I can't help but feel like SOMEONE is going to be very, very upset at being left out of the identical style fest.

I think it's weird (and kinda hilariously rad) that the majority of us regulars cannot think of TS without imagining and/or anticipating Adultosaur's reaction. If that's not a commentariat niche, I don't know WHAT is.

My. Specialty.

I once heard a comedian say that you're officially old when the music you listened to in HS is a genre.

Rib, eh? I'm calling Tofurkey on this asshole.

It's like a saltier, hairier, way less complex jenga.

I really is, and it really does!

Also, I want you to know that every time I see your picture, something in my brain shouts, "No 14 year old boy should have a $100 shirt unless he's onstage with his four brothers."

Sigh. Poor little dudes. (Why do I feel like this is a trick?)

Aw, thanks!

That sounds sad. Why so sad, balls?

Yes, but will it be sold at Coming Attractions?

Stick with me, kid.

I feel relief that I'm not alone.