That’s the thing, right? As long as he has somebody to blame, he can look at himself in the mirror and tell himself that everything’s OK. 

Yeah, change that to “...and they are...” and you have a winner.

“You Dropped A Bomb On Me” and “Burn Rubber” are always on my road trip playlists. Always. I sing that isht loud and I ain’t give a damn.

Hot dang, do I love me some Mike Mignola.

Listen, give me Lt. M’Ress and a movie-length episode of “The Soft Weapon/The Slaver Weapon” and I would die a happy Orca.

I know, right? They scienced the shit out of it and I’m stupid enough to consider buying it.

I like it. Against all reason, I like it. NP

Damn, you hit that like a laser-guided truth bomb. PREACH.

When the score is 52-0 at the end of the first quarter, you can afford to let the second string play.

$3500. 50k miles. Looks in good shape. Spares are gonna be difficult to find, even with the coming of the intertubes.

A friend’s neighbor bought a Mustang GT with a stick for her 70th birthday. She’d always wanted one and goddammit, she could afford it, so why the fuck not (her words, not mine). I could only kneel before her in awe.

“Why do you have to be so sensitive?”

It’s not a hole—it’s, uh, a “racing exhaust modification”. Yeah, that’s it. Adds another $5k in value! WHAT A BARGAIN

They didn’t explain it until Black Widow was released (and I still haven’t seen it--maybe this weekend). Until then, it had only been mentioned in passing.

Now, if we can just get “Widow/Hawkeye: That Thing In Budapest...”

As long as the mobsters all say, “Bro.”  That’s all I ask.

Just what I need: an enabler for my wristwatch habit. Thanks, Obama!

Just what I need: an enabler for my wristwatch habit. Thanks, Obama!

I curse the day I found out about this. I loved their shakes. (Not enough to sell out our queer community brothers and sisters, though.)

I wouldn’t mind Eric Bienemy taking over at USC. (Like that’s going to happen.)