My favorite thing I wasn’t caught for? Taking acid during Career Day when I was 16. Loads of fun tripping balls and trying to talk to “professional” folks.

Is Fighter Squadron mode kinda like the Space Battles from Battlefront 2, where you can send in a landing party and wreck ships from inside?

This has absolutely ruined my breakfast.

FML. This is giving me horrible flashbacks of being a 17 year old, goth-raver asshole that only wore JNCOs and Kikwear (FUUUUUUCK) jeans.

Okay, so real talk: If anyone hasn’t already registered to vote, please go do so. And I won’t tell you who to vote for, but I will ask that you don’t vote for Donald Trump or Ben Carson. Neither of these candidates want to genuinely help anybody.

We could play, “Hide, and maybe I’ll find out. Is that a Wings rerun? Yeah, I won't be finding you"

And then snicker at his idiocy! That all sounds like a win, to me (except the "being a Scientologist" thing)

Okay, real talk: Who wouldn't want to play Hide and Seek in a huge house on three acres? I mean, fuck Tom Cruise, but that sounds dope.

Or because it’s in their brains, and then is depleted whenever they have to, “deliver justice” via some hot, hot lead. Like a fucked up version of mana in RPGs

The scent is chloroform and the ride ends with you a member of his studio audience

At one point, there were four other officers he operated with. They were called, “The Ben Fields’ Five.”

Honestly, they can probably be blamed for most things

I keep seeing these all around Portland!!!!! My SO and I want to set'em on fire. What a crock.

That dentist looks super fed up with Jesus' shit

Increasingly marginalized...lol Oh, boy. The “no path to full-fledged manhood” piece kills me. I’m an overweight, balding, curmudgeon in my 30s, without a college education. I would also consider myself a grown man (most of the time). The “path to full-fledged manhood” is simple: Hard work, patience, and respect.

Mostly. The rest of the time was taken up by picking flowers and playing in the river, so not a total loss.

I'll always remember that day as the first time I ate mushrooms and thought the Rapture was actually happening. Good times!

Yeeeesssssssss! The husband needs to grow some balls.

So much this ^

Plus, worst case scenario, the lighter still sparks even after it's out of fuel. Pop the metal collar off, hold it close to your tinder, and bam (after several tries)! One-handed fire striker.