If Dick Cheney is a Wendigo (obviously) and Kelly Anne is a Lich (super obvs), then what the hell is Derpcon 5 made of?
If Dick Cheney is a Wendigo (obviously) and Kelly Anne is a Lich (super obvs), then what the hell is Derpcon 5 made of?
Word.
I think it’s high time we get a movie with the historically more accurate British usurpers speaking Mongrel Latin, flecked with Gothic.
Tony the Tony.
You monster!
I never liked Austin Powers.
You shouldn’t grab me, Johnny. My mother grabbed me once... ONCE!
I have absolutely used “Well, fudge that sugar. Fudge it to heck, where a demon with a thousand wee-wees fudges it forever.” several times.
Give me my Dr. Doom / Dr. Strange movie as soon as possible, please.
Kinda? I mean, yeah, I’m trudging along, and under my own terms, which is good. But, I’m also strugglin’ with the long term effects everyday, too.
How about you?
I feel you. This echoes with circumstances I have had, as well.
I hate moral dilemmas. They’re irritating, and they get everywhere.
This. I came here to make this very type of comment.
In Pennsylvania at least, they have to go to their own prison, in order to prevent them from being killed in general pop. That’s right, we have a predator majority prison in PA.
He doesn’t even have any blue in his costume!
I’m not disagreeing with you. I’m just saying that I assume, to certain aristocratic city planners, the marketing aspect of an apparently inviting city is important, while providing actual comfort is not.
As I said somewhere else in the thread, everyone who knows this had to hear it for the first time *somewhere*. I think it’s fine to report it every so often.
So that the city “looks” inviting.
Everybody hears it somewhere first. I’m inclined to give it a pass.
“I come to AVC for my news because my employer doesn’t pay for the internet package that includes librul fake news outlets.”
So... oiled, attractive, nearly naked people trying to climb stairs, or hold three oily watermelons, or all sit on the same chair, or...