Second post this week promoting anti gay chicken. Unless your getting payed to promote Chik-Fil-A it doesn’s make a ton of sense. Like, you’re aware of the owners’ stance on LGBTQ rights and yet continue to court business for them. It seems like it would take less effort to just not do that, and then you wouldn’t open…

“The Nazis had flair, THAT THEY MADE THE JEWS WEAR”

These little fuckers are why I no longer eat cereal in the dark.

Art Briles,

I spam save Professor Layton games and smash the power off button when I fail a puzzle. I need all them Picorats.

Struwwelpeter

My German/Swedish grandmother used to read me this and Struwwelpeter all the time, which explains a lot. Not sure why everyone in my family called it “BarBar”. Probably one of those things where its cute that a child mispronounces something, then everyone does it.

I don’t know if crabmeat is a relelvant metaphor since they’re no longer in Baltimore. It needs to be more Indy specific, like, I don’t know, buttered pork flaps, or something.

Uh, Merlin the Magic Mouse and Second Banana were also mice in the Looneyverse. And they had their own stand alone cartoons. 

“I wonder if he’s any relation to this ‘Homer Nixon’ fellow”

Cats are built for heat so I don’t super see the point of shaving them. However, I do enjoy how dumb they look.

Instacart. There I did it.

Rye Playland, Rye, New York

You couldn’t make OBJ 13? Just for poo poos and ha has?

Pretty much anything written by Cormac McCarthy

*Pesto Butter Salmon... With Dill

That looks like a Plombus.

Anyone yelling “dilly dilly” should be ejected from existence.

I can unpack that expression for you: “I had an unconscionable amount of money on this game.”

Once again, Fall is the coolest season.