Brother Hill has had enough nonsense:

I would like to sit for a minute and contemplate the beauty of this comment.

This right here. I mean, if the seller can find a buyer for it, God bless ‘em. I’ll give it the hard pass, thanks. 

+5 for appropriate use of Girl Genius.

Aye, laddie! He gave her the haggis and she liked it!

Meh. 

Well, there is the story about how Sleipnir was born...

I’ve seen this cartoon a thousand times and damn if it doesn’t crack me up every single time.

The following exchange actually happened a few years before Shifu Jones went to the Termite Terrace in the Sky. (Humblebrag? Yes. Deal with it.)

Yeah, but that way they have to price the R&D and ongoing maintenance into the price of the car.

That was my first thought: big bonnet with more than enough room for a battery pack and motors (and upgraded brakes, now I think about it).

This. Knock $1k or $1500 off the price and I’m on that like white on rice.

Take me now, Anon. Don’t be gentle.

She all but took off her earrings right there. Auntie is about to throw down and some jamoke is about to go down.

Mrs. Orca does not play when it comes to spiders and grasshoppers. Every other kind of insect? We cool. Spiders and grasshoppers? Homegirl will bust out a B-52 loaded with napalm for those little bastards.

Of course luckily a couple years later he bought a giant centipede about 11" long that escaped its enclosure the first night.

Then he’d have to fill up before going home.

If they’re rich enough, they don’t care. They’ll just keep sending their daughters to Europe or to their aunt’s house in San Francisco “for the summer”.

My two favorites when I want to spin up a Reaganite: