About to spend a week in the grays, but hey—go big or go home.

Got this from my son. #winning

10/10 #wouldstang

What if like I persuaded The Hulkster to adopt me and then later, we split the settlement? I’d want a 60/40 deal with you guys because of having to hear him yelling at his corn flakes in the morning or listening to him roar and tear his tanktop off after a good BM, but I still think it’d be a win/win.

This reminds me of the novel “Seveneves,” and not in a good way. Want trouble in the completely ungoverned vastness of space? Start giving folks their own bedrooms.

It all begins to make sense now.

Pun Of The Weak was the name of my garage band in college. We did rock covers of polka tunes. Stop googling me, Fahey.

I like how that Twitter dipshit says No Man’s Sky is all he lives for, but in the same tweet, decides to bag his trip to goddam fucking LONDON just so he can drag you out of your car at a stoplight and lop off your filthy video-game-blogging melon. WHO DO I HAVE TO KILL TO GET TO GO LONDON?

Know what other creature has an incredibly powerful bite when provoked? A bandsaw.

I shall look for you in the lists. My wife and I are hooked. We've both clocked over 200 hours on this digital crack since it launched on Xbox One.

Totally whiffed the title the first time. I’M OLD, OKAY

Hang on.

I’d bet you a crisp five dollar bill that many of the pukes slinging racial slurs during the stream also love sticking their paid-for-by-mom-and-dad cellphones in our faces and calling us racist pigs while they debate case law using their impressive 11th grade educational background. Twitch should just perma-ban.

What is it with Mustang drivers?

These video game adaptation flicks are out of control. And who’s doing the casting? I see like six old guys in $1,200.00 suits silently swirling snifters of brandy in an office with entirely too much teakwood furniture until one of them straightens up and yells “Got it!”

Love AC and Fassbender, but in this still, all I see is “Just act natural. That cop has no idea I'm walking away from a stolen Honda with a teener of meth in my backpack.”

I’ve always thought there should be one cell in the booking area that’s hermetically sealed and reserved for the real whiz kids. Not like “Oh, you missed your court date,” or “Well then, don’t break into people’s cars,” I’m talking the Deluxe Supreme Windowlickers.

Just spotted this sexy bitch in the wild about two hours ago. The drive-up window situation was a bit slapdash, but I don’t think it’d be a dealbreaker for me.