Holy crap I’d watch the shit out of that! Why does every post-apocolcyptic landscape have to be inhabited by steampunks and bikers on steroids? I bet if you plopped down a sorority house down in the middle of a Mad Max world, those stone-cold bitches would be measuring the Thunderdome for drapes and nobody would know…

My daughter and her husband have a Carolina Dog, and it is the most affectionate dog I’ve ever encountered. When they’re hugging her, she’s looking at everyone else in the room with a look that says “Why aren’t you hugging me too?”

I'm confused, I must reread article.

Please tell me I’m not the only Jez commenter that understood virtually nothing in this post. It’s not my fault that I’m an old.