You know, some form of adhesive mustard might be called for, for keeping it all together in micro gravity.

Yuck. Lasagna, the Dane Cook of Italian food.

It was Cosby level bad.

Imagine how you’d feel if this were 1817 instead of 2017. Things were really bad back then. I prefer anxiety to cholera and consumption.  

I was going to say: No ether? Pussies.

You know how back in the 1960s kids in college tried to stuff as many kids as they could into a Volkswagen bug?

It bangs against the stereotype that the rich are smarter or more capable than us. Or they have a better work ethic. Or God loves them more. Whichever. There’s so many. Anyway, they aren’t, they’re lucky.

I understand the mindset that would lead some people to dose others with LSD. After all, that’s what the CIA did in the 60s to Ken Kesey and it turned out to be a positive experience for him. But that’s the sinister characteristic of the acid test. Sometimes it breaks people. That’s why the CIA was so interested in it…

Well they are in a position of power are over me. I don’t know about you.

Dam. I was hoping to finally see the Doctor’s sonic “screwdriver”

What can the government do though? You can’t shoot tolerance into people. It takes Sadam Hussein levels of inhumanity to subdue a nation when they don’t want to be. I wish I could come up with an answer.

Gay guys are having a moment because AIDS is no long a death sentence. No one is dying anymore. They should be happy, but...

Hey if he strokes out before January my bet pays off double!

Boy girl boy girl you homosexual blasphemer.

They’re so beautiful. Like an amazing painting. It’s making me emotional. Oh my God this is fine art. They should teach a class in it at RISD.

Ha. I know just what you mean. I’ve heard Buddhists refer to it as your monkey brain, always chattering in the background. Did I do this thing? Am I alright? Does this person hate me? chatter chatter chatter. Everyone has this, although they don’t all take a dark turn.

That movie is perfect. They should still show it today.

Just curious, what did you learn in hunting safety class? I’d love to take a hunting class actually. Tracking and learning about animal behavior is really interesting to me, but I wasn’t born into it so there’s no way I can accumulate the knowledge.

Ha. My Dad dragged me to the town cove to dig oysters on my own permit so we could get two bushels instead of one. But I dug my own and shucked most of them too. One for the chowder, one for my belly. Those were the days.

Ha ha. Balls are fun. I like to put mine on my brother’s pillow, take a picture and then send it to him in the morning. Good times.