Thank you, Oney Plays, for this (indirect) gift.

I, for one, am not the least bit scared of getting rid of an international threat who happens to be our president. I’m not down with the concern-trolling and learned helplessness.

Well, that explains why there are no more manuals anymore, HR really dropped the ball when it came to filling those spots, otherwise they won’t get any more developers in the future.

...yeah, no, sorry, fuck you Bethesda.

Were you hoping for an in-game revelation that the hookshot was cut? Have you been anticipating the moment, 100 hours into Breath of the Wild, where Ganon looks at Link with a sinister smile and says, “There’s no hookshot!” Were you hoping to spend 400 hours uncovering every inch of Breath of the Wild’s massive world…

It was then that Fujibayashi and his team realized they’d made something special a very big mistake.

Ben Carson used to confuse the fuck out of me. Then I saw ‘Get Out’, and NOW he makes sense.

Telling you what the video is about would ruin the joke. Sheesh.

That’s not Crazy Taxi

3 million more American’s voted for the other candidate. its the way our electoral system works.

I too have read Jim Sterling’s fanfiction.

Because the flyover states have absolutely NO Democrats who routinely deal with threats and confrontation because we DARE to put an NPR sticker on our car. But screw us, amirite!?

Something to do:

Yes. My parents lived in suburban South Carolina in the late 60's and my father remembers driving by klan rallies/bonfires in the fields on the way home from work late at night. To this day he recounts these stories with genuine horror. When he told me about them when I was a kid, he was gravely serious and conveyed…

Oh, I see it in younger people, too. I’ve been getting into far too many internet arguments where people, young and old, deny the existence of racism (and other isms) unless it’s explicitly expressed hatred (so harmful stereotypes are okay, I guess?), which is only a fraction of how racism (and again, other isms)…

it’s just a picture of legs that cuts to an image of a man standing in a burning house and he has a goat head and his eyes are the black of the void and then it cuts back to an image of legs with paint on them and then it’s the goat headed man and he’s closer to the foreground and I can smell sulfur and then it cuts…

She fucking killed that debate and I am drunk and a nasty woman and also i love bad hombres and fuck him and i ate a burrito and several cookies and maybe like a whole bottle of whine or wine or shit or omg i need to go to bed even on the west coast i am a mess omg i hate trump o hope he dies ifn a fire

I dislike Sundays. Make me some spaghetti, Jim.

This reminds me a little of the Dish of the Day in “The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy”. It was created to explore the same question, but much more briefly and largely for laughs. At the Restaurant at the End of the Universe, an Ameglian Major Cow introduces himself to our heroes as “the main dish of the day”. …