Well, at least he’s not lying. This time.

It’s nice, until you’re working everyday making shit money and come to the realization that your 3-month summer vacations are over...forever. Then and only then shall you shed a single tear and internally ponder why the fuck you wanted to graduate as quickly as you did.

This is the correct-est take in the history of takes.

But it’s a dry sauna.

Fuck the beach. The beach is the fucking worst. You know who goes to the beach? Miserable fucking people go to the beach, to pretend that they’re not miserable fucking people.

I CAN ROAST MEAT IN MY KITCHEN AND NOT DIE.

Just meet out in centerfield, boys

They are literal crack whores who destroyed one of the most iconic worlds ever created.

Man Kevin J Anderson is terrible.

Except that Herbert’s successors were far from qualified.

I’m assuming he’ll make like Frank Herbert with his Dune series and has a qualified successor to see his vision through posthumously.

Boog Trouble In Little China

He asked me what kind of meat I liked

My nose itches.

The green line? I believe you mean the Four/Five/Sex.

Also, with their combined collection of tattoos, he’s wearing Under Armour on the wrong appendage.

Talk about riding the rails, amirite?!?!?!?!?

Well, definitely not in a local storage unit out on Hwy 61. Nope, not there.

Lucky for this bar brawling, boob-grabbing domestic abuser that he didn’t take a knee during the anthem, or his career would be over.

A close call, I think we can all agree.