Oh mah gerd, I never could dodge the lightning properly. That’s the one legendary I could never get.

So is this government shutdown intended to distract from how we’ve begun vigorously deporting vocal immigration reform leaders and positive examples?

Oh, give it time. Most republican congressmen are dottering old men, with enough exposure, you’ll wanna punch ‘em all.

He did, kinda. In the tweet, the lead picture is Trump. Trump wins fake news.

Right, it’s actually juggalos.
Bread and Circuses = Big Macs and Juggalos.

VR is probably the perfect Cage distribution method.
We all love looping gifs of him, but now we can do it from “this” angle, and now “this” angle, ooooh, and what about from “here”?!

I work in Intercourse, and until recently, lived in Lancaster. The racism quotient is high. It’s not just racism, though, it’s the whole sanctimonious, holy holy holy, white-christian racism.
Ugh.

The went down to Wooley Swamp at night.

Cut me some slack!

Yeah, they don’t need to meet in secret.

I have a date waiting in Constantinople. What should I do?

The “first” Matrix film is a weird way of saying that. It implies that there was more than one film.

I always thought it was weird that they never made a sequel or anything.

It’s apparently viewed as a trans metaphor by the trans community. The matrix is a prison of body dysphoria in that understanding. Red pilling is metaphorically HRT, not even joking.

Also, I recently read about how it’s the studio’s fault that the stupid “battery power” thing was in the movie. The original write was…

7 -year-old son-of-Freakazoid loves the shit out of those Buddies movies. Super Buddies and Space Buddies are his favorites.

Oh, God, MY EYES! Help! Help! The Pain!

$105b Billion Dollars US cash per edit.

But what would you call a guy hanging out the passenger side of his best friend’s ride, trying to holla at me?

Now comes the part where I relieve you, the little people, of the burden of your SAD lives. But, as my spray-tan salesman, the best spray-tan, believe me, he always said: if you gotta go, gold plate the coffin.

Never rub another man’s rhubarb.

Ya know, the more he writes, the more I’m convinced that he’s a Holden Caulfield AI program run amok.
Why the creators deemed it fit to use a shell constructed of bologna and melted ham, I’ll never suss.

You misspelled “head”.