My father would regale us kids with tales of being way out there in the back country (Marysville), catching trout and then packing them in alder leaves and then burying them in coals to cook overnight.

“Flatter” is one word for it.

At least she has her posterior turned towards because that’s what really matters.

Don’t forget the ketchup!

Wasn’t there some Hans Christian Andersen moral tale there?

Ooh an american flag prayer/yoga mat! Now there’s an idea! that probably didn’t work out as well as you’d hope...

“bummed-out Becky” *giggling like an idiot*

There are more of them than you realize it’s just there aren’t enough of them to go around.

o.b. g y n

Classic!

Ho-lee-shit. That’s real, that’s not a joke. You guys aren’t joking? This moron thinks the Canadians...burned down the...well fuck, back to drinking.

Yup, they’re far too cowardly to actually fix things. Still better than voting for grifters like Wilmer and Stein though.

Welp that’s it; about to be out of a job. I mean it doesn’t take much programming to knightstick the colored folk...

She’s make a mean Ciri!

I ahven’t bought a game on Steam in nearly two years. Two years.

Eh, everybody’s really really angry and their blood is up. give it a few hours and we can come back to it.

Oh come on, you don’t think he took her aside and said “I’m sorry?” Oh and you have something on your chin?

That pic of Luke with Rose...I aven’t seen the movie yet but what in the hell is wrong with the-you know, I know, nevermind.