We’ve got two mad men with nukes having a pissing contest - too bad they can’t just get together and compare dicks and leave the rest of us out of it.

I give kudos to Laura for being proactive about this kind of stuff. She helped me a great deal with my stalker.

Other than the impersonation, I’m really burned that fake MLA has the balls (and I do mean balls) to insist he’s a woman and any pushback against him is misogynistic.

There’s a comment in this article, here:

Yes, it’s a violation, and you can contact the Kinja help desk here to have it taken care of, or link me to one of their comments.

Another reason to hate Kinja.

And we’ve got the fake MLA posting here again. Remember, the MsLangdonAlger posting on the Kinja version of the AVC is not MrsLangdonAlger (note the Ms vs. Mrs) from the Disqus days; it is an impersonator and is probably one of her stalkers, likely the one you’re thinking of.

That fight clip was cool. I miss Rodney - he used to always bring the funny.

I forget who was famous for asking the question “What movie have you seen the most,” but I think it’s extremely possible it’s this one for me. We had some kind of slightly-above-basic cable package when I was a kid, and we used the hell out of our VCR, and between the two this movie played more than just about any…

“Violent ground acquisition games are a crypto-fascist metaphor for nuclear war.” Living in Louisiana, I like to say this to LSU fans and watch the rusty hamster wheel that passes for their brain slowly spin.

I don’t get no respect!

We’re all gonna get laid! Oh wait, wrong movie. Shakespeare for everyone!

“We’re sorry we were caught charging $4.50 for tap water. In the future, we will conceal it in Dasani bottles like Coca-cola already does.”

I’ve sometimes joked that at the rate male names get converted into female names, in the future all men will be named Bob.

“Just Shoot Me”
-Kurt Cobain

Thank you! This all looks amazing!

Paratha is my go to. I love it. Never stuffed paratha though. I like the layers.

Glenn Close.

Meredith. Evelyn. Shirley.

And then they were first given names in the non-canon novels.

He’s the hilarious thing: These dipshits are Citadel Mortys, or worse, daycare Jerrys. They’re detached from what the real world actually is that they’ve created their own social structure that is so flawed and deeply troubling that they can’t even see that it’s wrong. It’ll take someone fucking ramming that Citadel…