The Duraflame cross is particularly handy!

The third K is an ironic commentary on the first two.

Alister, no, you got it all wrong.

Bitches and hoes can't be beaten by mistake, so those beatings are not included. If you don't want to be beaten, don't be a bitch or a hoe or a hoebitch or a bitch ass hoe.

My computer shocks my testicles every time I type "twitter."

This is more degrading to factory workers and laborers than the actual work they do. That someone can make money doing what fatjew does should make us feel terrible.

but she and Ronnie got along, so, as a mermerican, I am required to want to cunniling her for eternity. Also, these fucking google ads take 1/3 of the screen on my phone so I can't see what I'm typing. This id awesome.

I had a hoth set (it had two turrets and an AT-ST) and a snow speeder. A friend of mine had the Micro Millennium Falcon, which had more movie-accurate details (like the lift and hatch on the top that luke was rescued through in Empire). Pretty cool! I wonder if I still have those anywhere. I still have the Vader that…

The Super Gobot toys (the big ones) were well made. I had a Leader 1 and a bad guy motorcycle leader. It wasn't Cykill was it? God, they had stupid names. Anyway, those toys were actually made out a metal (like my early transformers) and the motorcycle had rubber tires. Since they were bigger, they could interact with…

I didn't realize that those games had such a high degree of realism.

Hamburger.
ETA: DAMN IT! I meant, "There's no such thing as a turkey burger!"

I don't know. After having been to Zombie Burger a couple of times, I'm starting to think that there is an equivalent of any fictional burger somewhere out there— it just needs to be found. I mean, the last time I was there, my burger had deep-fried chili on it! It couldn't exist, but it did. Liquid chili inside a…

I didn't realize how much I wanted one a Big Kahuna Burger until you invoked it. I'm bummed that it's not real.

And ironically over something terrible happening?

Our former local theater monopoly, Douglas, tore down our nice second-run theater and closed all of the interesting, old downtown before building a monstrosity of a multiplex and selling themselves to Marcus. I really, really miss the cheap theater.

"Why"? I mean… if you have to ask…

One of my favorite experiments on source monitoring and memory construction involved showing participants a series of photographs, and in one, there was a guy in a suit holding a knife on a homeless guy. It wasn't made to be unclear or confusing— the guy in the suit was holding the knife. In the recall phase, they…

I didn't mean that there was a discrepancy in the spelling or any reality. That probably wasn't the correct word to use at all. The discrepancy is between people's childhood memories and reality, which shouldn't be so difficult for anyone to accept.

I'm glad my mom wasn't insane.

Anally.