Shift, karnesis, and a suppressed limp10 with distance/accuracy mods have been my best buddies. I have all (I think) of the unique guns, but that quiet limp is just the cat’s pajamas.

On the other hand, I would beg for a cop to fuckin shoot me if I had to go to Micheals.

They should drive astronauts to the pad in a Studebaker Avanti. Just like in Gattaca. 

The worldbuilding, environments, and general mood (including the soundtrack) were my favorite parts of Bebop. Those elements spoke to me more than the actual plots and characters. I’m not sure how much of that magic the remake will be able to capture. 

Do you think there are people with soy allergies in Japan or China? Or do they just explode immediately after they’re born? One wonders.

This looks like it would fit well in your gaming studio apartment after your gaming wife kicks you out of the gaming house and you sit alone in the dark with your gaming thoughts.

This is how I plan to get my ps5, too. 

Natto. But people, you’re missing out. 

Oof. I hope this kid takes a couple writing classes. 

Sounds like you would not enjoy sharing a meal with my dog.

Three other words: Non. Seared. Steak.

I travel a lot, and work with the bluest of blue collar workers in the railroad industry. I observe these people in their natural habitats. If you want these morons to vax up, you’re going to have to hide the mRNA in chicharrones, funyuns, twizzlers, monster energy drinks, chewing tobacco, and slim jims.

This is a pretty week apology for Jez’s slavering coverage of Minaj despite her many, many, many problematic behaviors. 

People who swallow with their mouth open really irritate me; that’s why I stopped sharing meals with seagulls.

I wipe down the shelves and such with clorox type wipes once a week or so. Seems to do the trick. 

That’s the spirit.

How did they source the cubed pepperoni for those shit pizzas? I’ve never seen it outside of awful cafeteria foods of the 80s/90s.

Everybody’s proportions are off, but inconsistently, and all to different degrees. Looking at these images makes me feel like I’m having a stroke.

I was a bit late to discovering James Blake, but I do dig him. 

He’s still technically a meat-based athlete.