This looks mostly like teenagers on Tumblr, who are, uh...Not really known for their proportional emotional response to fictional things. I saw one claim her life was ruined because Harry Potter didn’t wind up with Draco Malfoy despite “all the clues” that were in the novel and asserting that JK Rowling “bowed to…

How are these things to drive? I have a co-worker who has a smart car, and she just uses it to get to work and she loves it, but she is also a tiny human being. I’m not linebacker-sized or anything, but at six feet and a couple hundred pounds I have serious doubts about my ability to comfortably sit in one of these…

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand this is why I’m okay not playing this game.

I mean not just that, I’m sure the game is fun, but I could play other stuff and avoid this! That’s an option.

Yeeeeah...I went back and tried to play the Sega CD version of this a couple years ago and was pretty surprised by how squishy and unintuitive it was to actually play. That water level is frustrating as all hell. The Sega CD exclusive stuff with Peter the Puppy was creative but goes on way too long. The final stage is…

Yeah good luck with that, guys.

If anything positive has come out of this shitshow it’s that Trumples and the other decrepit confederacy goblins he keeps around still don’t quite comprehend that you can’t just say (or tweet) a thing and then it’ll magically happen instantly. Instead you’ll get yelled at, the process…

“The walls have more stones in them, but as Yang writes, “that’s not a particularly honest nor interesting thing for a wall to say.”

...It’s a fucking wall. It’s not supposed to have honest or interesting things to say. You really think the OG game’s art team was like “Yo. Make sure we don’t put too many stones in this…

I wonder if it’ll ever dawn on Racist Cheeto Grandpa that his stock has gotten so worthless that significant swaths of the government basically just ignore him and his cronies with increasing openness.

I love it.

Or I could pound nails through my dick for free, which is about as practical a use of my time and has the added bonus of not being associated with Trump in any way! Decisions, decisions...

Fuck John McCain. Brain cancer couldn’t have happened to a better candidate and I’ll be glad when he’s dead. Cruel? Sure. But fucking look at what he’s doing.

Can’t wait until all these old miserable evil fucks are in the ground.

Rational part of my brain: “Man, Hippos are hyper-aggressive murder water cows who will fuck you the fuck up for no reason other than pure spite.”
Other part: “DAWWWW LOOKIT THE BABBY HIPPO I WANT OOOOONE”

This is why you don’t let racist grandpa speak to crowds, regardless of his election status.

We will. <3

:DDD

My non-existent wife is totally not clipping these for e-mail distribution among her work friends.

(say hi to the nice ladies)

Also I am following you forever.

Yesssssssssss.

Also she wants more info on your Tinder hookups.

“See if you can get him to say cuck. We already got autism.”

Don’t let us down, dude. We paused GoT for this.

“He knows so much about women! Lookit him go.”

Oh we’ve been reading this together for laffs. I think you actually got me bonus laid.

Thanks, I guess!

Ooopsie, someone’s triggered.

Eh. Judging by your post history, pussy-related anything that isn’t anime-based will remain a mystery to you forever.

Gamergater, too. Owch.

Good thing I’m married then.

Guessing you’re not.