Meh. Just looks like those ray-gun artillery things that are uselessly deployed against Godzilla in every film.

And don’t get me started on the Dwarf! His character image promotes an unrealistic and unhealthy stereotype. Fewer than 1% of all men—even hormonal dwarf men—are capable of growing a beard with that level of bristle-y-ness and fullness! And his FEET! Do we really want boys and young men to look in the mirror and judge…

Me, I hated Dragon’s Crown and think this is glorious.

Crudup, bitches down.

My dad lived in NYC all thru the 60s and said that between the 1965 and 1971 blackouts, you could tell how much America had decayed. In 65, it was a party atmosphere; everyone laughing, helping each other. He had to walk home from Manhattan to Queens after work and remembered looking back as he crossed over the bridge…

Oh and don’t forget: The grand prize in competitive cheerleading (=being a cheerleader for the NFL) is, essentially, an unpaid gig:

I am at the point where I hate most holidays, full stop. But, living in upstate NY there is something undeniably sexy about Valentines Day: “Lets fuck hard enough to remind ourselves what it is to feel warm again.”

Not ‘I have absinthe'?

Why do you hate America?

Except as we are learning its only ‘commercialized’ insofar as the Pentagon is spending taxpayer dollars to get these companies to run these campaigns.

Ooh, Fucking November; much sexier than conventional November.

Marry Krampus

I don’t believe in the existence of Christians. All the evidence points away from their being real.

Just more upstanding scholar-athletes. Fine Young Men, every one of them.

*... traded by students like Pokemon trading cards...*

Its also a beverage.

Sigh. If only it could have been Sid the Science Kid . . .

She’s sexy Dutch-accented rabbitgirl Chewbacca. What’s not to like?

Fran can nibble my carrot anytime she wants.

Oh it gets more lurid than that: I had a boss once—tailored suit, leather armchair, framed MBA, sufficiently high-falutin he had no computer in his office—who had his fraternity paddle mounted on the wall. Yes, this captain of industry liked everyone to see and admire the ash wood stick which, upon occasion, he once…