Oh my god, he looks like a flasher lurking outside a woman’s bathroom.

This.

I wouldn’t call her dull. She was thin because she was incredibly malnourished during WWII, and suffered a lot of health problems due to it. She did many tremendous things to assist the Dutch Resistence against the Nazis. She put herself in danger to distribute anti-Nazi pamphlets and she delivered messages for the…

But one of the reasons why The Witcher-games stand out is because they follow an established protagonist with a distinct personality and a history with the characters and the world around him. It’s always troublesome to make a plot- and dialogue-heavy game with a blank slate protagonist and make them fit organically…

Exactly. I’m not overly irritated that an astrophysicist doesn’t know a great deal about comparative anatomy. Hell, *I* don’t know this much about comparative anatomy, and I took comparative vertebrate anatomy in college.

Sorry, I seemed to have lumped both quacks into one superquack of shit.

The statement... oh lord that statement. It’s How Not to Apologize’s Greatest Hits. For one thing, it’s all about him. He is not at all interested in talking about what the mistakes were or how they impacted others, let alone actually saying “I was wrong” in any remotely direct way. No, he’d rather take 90% of that…

Holtzclaw is continually described as a man who actively worked to stay out of trouble—as if it’s a shock when previously law-abiding men decide to rape women.

Jesus Christ. It’s basically an extension of that fucking image of him crying as he’s convicted and how that was everywhere. I’m tired of seeing this convicted rapist’s face, like I should somehow give a shit that he’s upset over being punished for the awful things he’s done. Let him rot in jail and be forgotten.

I’m a frayed knot.

I grew up in NYC, so for most of my life, Trump was simply a laughable, grandiose, buffoon. You'd shake your head and ignore. He's morphed into something truly terrifying.

When I take my family to a public sacrifice to appease the cruel god of the void, I really hate it when an acolyte of Ner’huul makes an extra flourish with his bone knife or, and gosh this is THE WORST, when the High Priest makes a big show of eating the heart of the spring virgin. It’s like, act like you’ve BEEN…

It seems to be that soup would be about the last food that would go well with books, other than, say, flambé.

Stories of restaurant revenge have to be seen in context as less a reaction to a single incident, but rather the end product of months or years of getting shit on by awful customers. 99% of the time the customer who raised the server’s ire deserved it, but they’re not the only one to blame, all the assholes who eroded…

Just refuse to feed the horrible little mutant. They can eat what’s made or starve, just like I had to when I was raised. Why doesn’t anybody do that anymore?

I’m not a Kim fan, but come on. She looks great in that dress. That guy is a twit.

“They are still stunned that this is how it has all gone down,”

It gives me pretty much the same feeling as when my dog stares at me while she’s taking a shit.

All this talk about intergrity from a woman who secretly taped private conversations with someone who considered her a friend so she could try to take down a politician in a sex scandal is pretty rich.

He’s more of a naked mole rat wearing a tribble.