*glances around corner of building at ravening horde of approximately 500 million families worldwide that will gladly pay for this*

The linked article is prescient. My folks picked up Final Fantasy IX, along with that god-awful PlayOnline guide—the aged copy of which is sitting in the bookcase to my immediate left at this very moment—for me for Christmas the year it came out.

I still love FF IX, and I play it probably once every couple of years.

...I…

I once saw a man shit into a cardboard box while waiting for the L train. I now consider that the second most offensive thing I’ve ever seen in the subway.

DMBFUK?

You bust out a knife and fork for a fucking hot dog I will find you and shame you. Get dirty

Pretty sweet for a Vanilla Ice cover band to score a Wembley concert.

this radical work of healing the deepest wounds on this earth

Because the beer industry hasn’t lobbied states hard enough. (Seriously. That’s how wine got restrictive laws changed.) Also, the ROI on shipping beer direct-to-consumer in far-flung states isn’t as good as it is for a $40 bottle of wine. Think how heavy $40 worth of most beer would be compared to $40 worth of wine.

Those in the know use Rabbit brand wine dildos.

Oh I bet that would be a real eye-opener.

for me, it was “fellow”

How messed up are your life priorities that you spend your Sunday afternoon angry commenting on blogs about how other people lack self discipline in their life habits? 

He’s smoking the marijuana like a cigarette.

That’s a cool Sonny Bono Halloween costume, bro.

Thank you for making me aware that that is actually a person’s name.

Sure, but the spirit of the book is pretty Puritanical: sexuality is an animalistic thing that gets you (read: mostly women) in trouble, and foreigners with their scary ways should be feared and hunted out of self-protection.

And while I like your idea, Mina being a strong lady that fights back also is very much NOT in…

I will always appreciate things like this that remind me that not everything in this world is an unmitigated dumpster fire of awfulness.

Apparently, it’s a really bad day for pollen here in Middle Tennessee. Yep, the pollen must be really, really bad. There’s no other explanation for my eyes watering like this.

Maybe the real Banksy is the friends we made along the way.

All Day I Dream About Sandler