Or some hidden stairwell to a creeptastic basement.

Hahahaha. For sure!

MFs screaming their lungs out, you and I just stittin’ there going, “well, at least this is exciting, huh?”

Yeah, that works. It pairs well with a sweet option.

That is the pantry of someone who does not use any of the things in their pantry.

I’m sorry for your loss.

Bloody Marys or margaritas, depending on time of day, for me, please.

I’m good with the BBQ, but that’s redundant sweetness, and I like the contrast.

Hot mustard side-by-side with sweet and sour is the bee’s knees.

“If those individuals don’t like it, then they can take it up with their government.”

I *try* (and sometimes/ fail) to keep my sense of justice and morality consistent independent of my feelings about a thing.

Is every Russian citizen abroad supposed to be punished for their government’s actions?

This is nonsense.

Pretty much.

Yep. Will do.

We, people who work for money, should collectively own our robot replacements.

Public ownership of automated labor, please.

“Sir” and “Ma’am” should be reserved for small children and people who look like they don’t get a lot of regular respect. They should *never* be applied to people who look like they think they deserve respect.

I’ll stand with you on AoS. I loved it. I get misty just thinking about Daisy and Coulson.

It’s assholes all the way down.