Finally, at long last, some level of justice for Billie-Jo Skeleton.

...and then a unicycle comes out of the motorcycle, and then a pogo stick comes out of the unicycle, and then a limbo stick comes out of the pogo stick...at which point you stop travelling, because that’s where the party is.

I just crumple up the bills and shove them directly into the fuel filler.  That way ALL the money goes to driving and none gets taken out as gas tax.

I can’t stop repeating this sentence, quietly to myself, here at my desk.

At first I was like, “Kimiko Glenn,” but then I was like, “just make a Dr. Aphra movie instead,” and then I was like, “I’m hungry!” So who knows where we’ll end up?

My next car’s dashboard better have a spot to plug in 2 potatoes or I will send a strongly-worded letter to my congressman.

I don’t know—if I didn’t play any of the first 1,885 games in this series do you recommend I start with this one?

Can Jimbob Ghostkeeper do what Billie-Jo Skeleton couldn’t?  Fingers Crossed!

If only they had put it in Regularsizeapolis, you wouldn’t need to ask.

Hey, don’t get carried away.

No Hey Dude, no sale.

A man, a plan, a canal: Lisa Bonet

Fish!

+1, lost an electron

Get out of my brain!

Is this a good time to talk about my idea for a Small Wonder/Mr. Belvedere crossover reboot, set in present-day New Orleans?

If they were smart, they’d make one of the mystery flavors chicken.

Wait, there’s going to be a 2021???  Spoiler warning, please.

Everyone knows that on Valentine’s Day, a reserved table with waiter service at White Castle is where it’s at.

It doesn’t start to sink in until the fifth or sixth time.