That graph is really awkward to use. I can only hope interactive graph building becomes automated.

it’s not GREAT but not bad either and sometimes it’s great to find older stuff too, it’s definitely NOT down....Hell it still remembers my username and password and logs me right in.

You travel without your Renoir? You might as well sleep on the streets!

My “friend” told me all I had to do to restore that lost power is this.

Eliminating the fear that you will be murdered to death by an F-150 or Range Rover

Don’t take this to school, it will be mistaken for a Bomb Detonator...

especially when the trunk parks on the other side of the map as the car.

What a coincidence, I also had alcohol for dinner

When Bubba graduates do you think I could hire him as my assistant? There's lots of stuff of my desk for him to knock over

Well, of course they don’t care about the fetus. None of them do, really. For ALL of them, it’s about making sure sluts don’t have sex. Otherwise they’d care about pre and post natal care. But at least if you’re going to say that abortion is MURDER MURDER MURDER (insert screaming and flailing of hands here), then you…

This. Oh jeez this. Like when I complimented a woman on her car (it was a very cool car, I like cars) and she smirked and asked me if I wanted a ride.

And I said “Oh, no. I’m just walking, it’s not even a block.”

She looked stunned, and it didn’t click in my stupid head for like a month.

Just yesterday, I was at the corner store buying my standard migraine hangover cure: giant ass Coke Zero and some salt-and-vinegar potato chips. I had messed up hair, sunglasses deployed, ratty-ass clothes, and Kid Electron in tow, because it’s just not a migraine hangover without a three-year-old asking for Skittles…

I’m a hunter, and I know I always feel the proudest when I use bait to lure an animal that I have no intention of eating and that has become acclimated to being in the presence of people (which removes any sport in it) nominally outside a protected area for the sole purpose of counteracting the shame of my shockingly…

Let us be the devil and the angle on your shoulders here...

I think A LOT. Which makes these incidents even more alarming.

but does it have peas in it?

Sorry, but I won't stop having sex with your sister.

My personal body fat monitor is my hands wrapped around my pudge. Works 100% of the time every time

"A little thing that can turn into anything at anytime."