Who cares?  Fuck all these people.  Fuck the people who stream, fuck the people who watch, and fuck the people who profit.

It’s pretty easy to test: don’t talk to anybody for 17 years straight. Don’t even say anything out loud! Just don’t talk at all for 17 years.

Understood.  No more wasting water in my household, but I’m kicking every dog I see from now on.

“Who cares what the math is?”

I don’t let the water run while I brush my teeth.

“So who has the right to the window?”

I have no problem with people that can’t get laid. I was one of them for decades.

The vast vast vast majority of mass shooters are angry, seething white boys.

Nice try, 4chan.  Fuck off. 

My wife bought a $20 wooden step-stool from IKEA and I used about $5 worth of wood from Home Depot to fashion a DIY learning tower that is now being used by our second kid.

My wife bought a $20 wooden step-stool from IKEA and I used about $5 worth of wood from Home Depot to fashion a DIY…

Safe words, moron. 

Go away, kid.

Seriously, fuck this guy and fuck reality TV.  It’s like Cancer: The Show.

If I just let myself make an “unbiased gut decision,” I’m going to get the Double Cheddar Bacon FuckYou Burger with Chili Cheese Bacon Ranch Fries every time. This is why I am fat.

Yeah, no.

The real twist is:  Rupert Grint actually got another acting job.

That’s (sadly?) my thought, too. At least he’s losing based on his words and actions, and not just because he’s “one of them damn queers.”

“If you are having a day in which all other connection efforts have failed, do what group member Sara and her partner do: Tag each other in meaningful or funny memes on social media.”

“Having delivered food myself, I can attest that the pay’s terrible, the hours are exploitative, and people treat you horrifically...”

If you’re the one fucking asshole barely doing (or not even doing!) the speed limit in the far-left “fast lane,” I will tailgate you aaaaaaaaaall the way home, bitch. Speed up or move over.