Richard Hatch, who managed to star in two Battlestar Galacticas, has passed away. He was 71.
Richard Hatch, who managed to star in two Battlestar Galacticas, has passed away. He was 71.
The fuck, Claire, you new?
“What the hell does that mean?”
Calcium. He’s part of a complete breakfast.
This was great. You know why? Because, for all of 2 minutes, I wasn’t thinking about the next four years.
I think I’m more likely to get a “For The Love of God, Knock It Off” order.
As snow falls outside my window, now is a good time to remind you all that there is a right way to drive a Subaru:…
I call this the Homunculus Theory.
Things like this are why liberals can never get a foothold in the red states. The PC crap has gotten so out-of-hand that it’s hard to take some of it seriously, which means those on the outside looking in wind up taking none of it seriously. Pick your battles, people.
And the clock is reset. Thanks.
Those aren’t even real wolf pelts. Everyone knows there are no wolves on Fenris.
That’s silly enough, but the message continues, noting that “nothing on the bloody battlefields of Warhammer’s conflict-ravaged universe could match the terrible reality of the fur trade.”
NEUTRAL:
I am literally typing a response.
~Week old Indian rhinoceros (Rhinoceros unicornis) agrees.
Here’s the thing, though: It’s honestly not hard at all to make a version of this that’s faithful to the spirit of Cable’s origin that isn’t too complicated.
Trump supporters don’t know what irony means. They think it means if something taste metallic.
Plot-holes.