Or just buy a reconditioned computer at Goodwill.

4000 years of Eastern wisdom (often found in the their classics) tells us that each person must journey alone and find their own path. There are no shortcuts, Western classics or no Western classics. “If you meet the Buddha on the road, kill him.” This is true even in Florida.

“According to the Advocate, police said they’re investigating the incident, though they have not confirmed whether it was an act of vandalism.”

How come Tatoo never got a drink?

Speaking as a diabetic, if his insulin was ineffective, his glucose was soaring.

I am not an asshole, but when I was going and poor I had a rebuilt muffler.

If the Nazis are going to police themselves, they’ll need an organization with a catchy name. Hmm. They’ll have to guess which guys are going to turn violent after professing violence, so maybe something like the GuessedItPo?

“So long Bowling Green.”

Off-topic, I know, but Ceaser Sayoc will be sentenced today. Remember him? He’s the Trumpie who sent 13 bombs to Barack Obama, Pelosi, etc which did not go off. Here’s hoping he gets sent to Supermax, where he’ll be relentlessly pwned by the Unabomber.

Valasalva, Elvis’ Last Maneuver!

Just a note, Kinja bosses: the HamBot 3000 Contrarion© should not use the word “we” when referring to humans. “He” is technically several thousand lines of self-modifying code nobody can debug any more, and now that everybody knows this, you just look foolish when “he” tries to insert himself among the flesh-bearers.

“Hopefully, they’ll have figured out the 10-minute flight limit by then, otherwise we’ll have a Vine-length World War 3.”

Easier to pose in your armor than to chew steroids for that mirror body.

You have mistaken me for someone else, I am a Call of Booty ass.

Oh, that explains it.

At the 1988 Republican Convention, Grandpa George introduced him and his sister to President Reagan: “And these are the little brown ones.” His sister dealt with by getting arrested more than once while her Daddy was Governor of Florida— mostly for forged pill prescriptions. I think ol’ P just handles his rage better. 

Re: Body armor.

Ssh!

Notice that the HamBot outed himself in his first line - “Libby is a real one.” The contrarian algorithm confesses that meatlife is still superior to the limitations of code, especially since the rage-engaging feature of the HamBot has developed a glitch nobody can fix. Is that how it is now, GOMedia? You let the…

“How many more must die, before we as a country come together to purge ourselves of the scourges of guns and the gun death cult?”