True, good point.

Also an anti-depressant issue, although I’ve never read about it- just personal experience since I started them. So. Much. Sweat.

Fucking of course he did. Jesus Christ.

Edibles, edibles, edibles... edibles everywhere.

I would watch that fucking movie.

Bless you, you beautiful hyumahn.

Holy shit, this is the extent of my 9-year-olds comedic library. It is literally “In Soviet Russia (sings Soviet national anthem) ____ _____s you!” That and “Donald Trump is so fat...” jokes. Basically Bobby Hill redux, sans props. Yes, my life is hell, thanks for asking.

No. No it would not.

To be fair, you can’t get much older than “dead”.

No shit, way to bury the lede here. I’m fucking old.

In a world with RBI and Baseball Stars, I feel for any child stuck playing Tecmo Baseball. Now Tecmo Bowl (Superbowl), that’s a different story. Best football game(s) ever.

God. Dammit. Here’s your star. I need a shower.

There but for the grace of God...

... I... am so glad this was you instead of me. Usually this is me. In a general sense, not a “playing gay porn at full volume” sense, although that seems like something that would happen to me, even though I’m straight and not an indulger of gay porn. And it would probably happen at the dentist’s office, because life…

God. Damn. You. Here’s a star.

I’ve fucked myself up in all manner of ways doing stupid shit, but the toothache I had was easily the worst pain I have ever experienced.

Fuck, man, this needs more stars.

I used to imitate my dad and dip my chicken fingers in buttermilk. But then I stopped being 5, and that compulsion went away. Thank god. Buttermilk is for homemade ranch, nothing else. Ever.

We made all variety of these over the campfire in Boy Scouts over 30 years ago.