I like good, robust flavors to wake me up. Kimchi, natto, salty stuff, sour stuff. Eating bland or sweet foods for breakfast is a true sign of moral lassitude, sexual repression, and continental sensibilities.

You should have seen the riff-raff assaulting our demesne -- it was like the liberation of Paris!

It looks like his hair in the process of being vaporized by an explosion just off screen. 

It’s actually “W. Hose Cap”. Many people may not know this, but “Mario the Superior Brother” is based off former astronaut and current sex offender Wilfred Hose Cap. Cap famously stumbled upon the invention of the space toilet when he plugged a micrometeorite hole in the hull of his orbiting space capsule with his…

I liked Divinity 1 and 2, I really liked BG 1, I fucking loved BG2. Among the things I like most about BG 1 and especially 2, are the bonkers-ly huge and deep worlds/maps and the real-time with pause combat. Divinity offered neither of those things, and if that’s the way BG3 is gonna roll, I’ll be bummed out. I’ll…

Touching utensils and foods that a bunch of disgusting garbage-people and their mewling, ragged brood have fondled and coughed over.

Seriously. I can’t be any more on the edge of my seat. 

Finally.

I guess this helps explain Subway’s tag-line outside the US: “sweet bread, wet meats.”

That’s actually a large baby covered in flocking spray.

How about a robot arm that swings down from the ceiling, puts a plastic bag over the offender’s head, zip-ties it around their neck and then drags the body into a meat locker for later disposal? I guess it wouldn’t have to be a robot. 

Sounds like someone’s never heard of the miracle cure: laudanum.

I associate little boxes of raisins more with shitty school lunches than with halloween. But regardless, it’s hard to fathom how grapes can be so good and raisins so bad. The world is full of mystery and wonder.

That’s what undecided voters have always been. Just insert any other racist, old cunt for trump.

Especially with Brady insisting on kissing everybody on the mouth after the huddle. 

In my experience, the purple coloring cooks off the beans the moment they touch heat. So if I have a taste for purple coloring, I just eat em raw.

Ugh. What’s the point of having a huge stockpile of guns if you’re not going to use even one of them to kill yourself. 

Yeah, if someone even comes near me while I’m cooking, I’ll beat them to death with a meat tenderizer and grind their teeth to dust with a pestle. And god fucking help you if you put something down on counter space I just cleared. 

Beads?

If it gets you drunk and doesn’t blind you, can it really be called counterfeit?