Tweeting in a second language is what I’d assumed too. Like he meant to say “In the end, I won’t be etc...” but it reads differently

The Shield.

My goal when I drink beer is usually to have a tasty drink with the added bonus of getting a buzz, so for me I’d much rather have the fancy stuff. BUT! If you’re stocking a party or something, you’ve got to go with the cheap stuff.

I have completely run out of ways to communicate my contempt for this atrocious human being. He is basically a fart cloud come to life.

My move is to always eat my tacos over my other tacos so that those tacos become super stuffed tacos. It’s lovely.

I’m with the last guy. Being compelled to watch this team feels like a curse that I can’t break. I want my Sundays back.

This won’t be a clever response, but:

Do you punch your screen?

The photos and stories I continue to see out of there are gutting me. I have family there who we haven’t been able to reach, and I have no idea if PR will ever be the same again.

To me, the real problem is reboots and spin-offs.

Just what in the fresh hell.

The Resistance and/or The Coup belong in there somewhere. Friendships are MURDERED by those games.

I’ve played Monopoly perhaps a triple digit amount of times, and I don’t think I’ve ever finished a game.

I’ve done my fair share of making fun of Carton today, lord knows he deserves it, but I also see a guy with a serious addiction (and what, like five kids?) end up way, way over his head and is now immeasurably screwed because of it. It’s pretty depressing in its way.

After a season of pretty uneven writing, I’m so goddamn relieved that:

This is correct. This is the correct response.

OK, guess claiming my account worked. Had to make sure everything was in working order before I immediately went back to lurking.

I’d take adult any day. Getting to commiserate with my wife, friends, and coworkers over drinks after reading yet another day’s worth of terrifying headlines is what’s been getting me through.

At this point I’ve become resigned to Ces leaving, which is fine; I don’t begrudge the guy for getting his big payday for even a second. I’ll miss his monster dongs, but it is what it is.

As someone who has dealt with bedbugs in the past, I’d place about four additional horrible events likely to mangle my body or worse ahead of bedbugs. Even when they’re gone, you’re not actually convinced they’re gone for way too goddamn long.