It's a very sad day for freedom. Don't tread on me (stupid internet commenting system).

Whoa. I must have had an aneurysm because I suddenly can't understand words.

New kinja has officially killed old kinja. I will be mourning quietly today.

Time for a "cool story, bro" moment: my early days of college were spent lighting random objects on fire with my roommate. This was often old food items, and most of them were sadly not flammable. So, we'd just douse shit in lighter fluid and see what we could light and for how long, usually in the backyard or the…