I can’t even get one fucking day off. I worked all weekend! Stupid job; I’m not even supposed to be here today!

They’re surprisingly tasty.

Must get damn drafty at night, though.

Did you kill a trainer?

To get rid of his excess bullets?

He will serve a portion of the rest of his sentence on house arrest, wearing an electronic monitoring bracelet.

I had a similar experience; but, does it still count as a sex scene if you’re the only participant?

Huh; I read that as “Hagar,” and got kinda excited for a second. Now I’ve got “Pound Cake” stuck in my head; which is good, as it’s the only Van Hagar song that doesn’t fill me with the urge to defenestrate myself.

He also literally supports the slaughter of domestic pets as a hobby.

I didn’t realize Schmuckabee’s evil nature was a matter of opinion; I’ve always looked at it as simple, empirical fact.

‘Course not! Bootstraps, and all that!

This fucker’s kids strangle puppies for kicks. His sole redeeming characteristic is his mortality.

Oh God, he branded them, too?

You just know the sheer volume and variety of pharmaceuticals they must ingest to maintain such a facade -at so early in the day, for such a length of time- could probably melt Keith Richards.

Poppy Bush.

Any way you could bump this up to an hourly reminder? Like maybe, the time and weather, followed by this? In about 200 years, it might even sink in.

Ehhh... I’m old enough that I had a teenage crush on Taylor Dayne, and still have her video for “Original Sin” in my YT playlist. I have only a minimal awareness of Tig Notaro, but if she’s cool with Taylor Dayne, she’s cool with me.

Well, I’m over 40 and it’s starting to get slightly easier. I figure by the time I’m 60 I’ll finally achieve this milestone.

I assure you, if I could issue orders to my people, “try to read with an open mind” would be way up the list.

The message is out there, Kara, and spreading.