Duct tape and superglue solve a host of problems, child monitoring being only one.

Cognac glasses are also good for beer, or failing that, ice cream.

Can we please have a referndum, revoke the citizenship of anyone that buys one of these franchises and deport them, because otherwise....sheesh.

First thought was Coffee!, because:

Not visible unless you know to look for them are over 1000 Royal Navy sailors of the HMS Barnham scrambling to stay alive as she rolls over, only to be vaporized when the aft magazines detonate and peel open the 15” thick armor of the hull like you’d crumple a soda can.

Being someone with moderate photosensitivity that leads to light-induced migranes, other peoples’ notions of “proper etiquette” concerning sunglasses can go take a pleasant saunter through an industrial shredder. I have to wear my heavily tinted and polarized pair in almost every public situation, including places…

In all fairness, there should have been at least a token P-51 in RAF colors there. Heck, it was the British that got the plane designed, then stuffed a Merlin engine into the airframe and got a transatlantic hybrid that gave the purely indigenous Spitfire more than a run for its money.

So, odd question. There are a surprising number of WWI planes still flying, and there are the oddball F-104s and MiGs in warbird circles. Obviously, it take a lot more support and pilot training to go from an AT-6 Texan to a (slightly) more modern A-6, but are there individuals or organizations—English groups with…

This is more entertaining than watching skaters castrate themselves on handrails.

I am crying now. I hope youre briefly happy, since I just mailed your address to Hannibal Lecter.

Practice. Helped along with, just guessing here, a lifetime subscription to National Review.

Waaaait a sec. You’re fine with Taco Hell every once in a while, but draw a line at “gross organ meat”? You do know what....never mind. Dont want to spoil it for you.

This is what happens when people read the Necronomicon and then (try to) make food.

To Cure Hunger and Stage Off Cuisine-Induced Ennui:

Prior to reading this, I was slightly peckish and looking forward to dinner. Now, I feel nauseated and have gas.

Its a plea for help, a primal urge to consume some of the grottiest fast food in America that cannot be resisted forever.

Hey, it worked for Blizzard during the Panderia expac; the legendary quest forced a ton of grinding in weekly raids and then—surprise!—required you to switch gears and win two different pvp arenas. This sucked for both the dedicated pve players, some of whom had never tried pvp before, as well as for the dedicated pvp…

Frakking Tarren Mills. Go in there with friends to nuke the SOB shaman that has been making your alts’ life miserable for the last hour, and Bam! the legions of undead nazi ninja stormtroopers spawn and chase your sorry paladin self all the way back to gorram Southshore and finally kill you on the dock. Do the…

Pissed, or pleased?