so it's a bit like "oregon trail gravestones: the game"?

like beautiful naive sophisticated newborn baby, it springs anew from the loins of television.

my dad can't stand the show, but he hates a lot of things. does he hate you?

i certainly hope he doesn't frighten my grandparents, because they're all dead.

if there wasn't an early 90's punk group named screaming tits, i'm going to very disappointed.

"this is linux! i know this!"

to be fair, screaming tits are pretty nightmarish

in the laughter of children everywhere

fuckin' leaves.

holy shit, 2010 was five years ago.

glee was used extensively in the medieval tanning industry

"hold me, touch me!"

so, uh…

you could at least come eat dinner at the table with the family, internet. your room is too dark, and your mother is worried.

it is not, however, great fucking news.

adequate sunlight? but that's really a problem for most people in the winter, especially in northern regions.

yeah, that checks in.

well, not with that attitude.

and boxing day is when you make blood sacrifices in the depths of the forest, so that the sun will come back

trying to drown someone in a pot filled with cold gravy.