There was absolutely no reason to come into my living room and sucker punch me like that, Stephen Spotswood. That Was Rude.

Labor Day Eve is not a fireworks holiday, you redneck fucks! Where did you even get those?! They've been out of the store for a month!

Oh my God, stop waxing poetic about the scenery and go back to your fucking body already!

I'm sure this book's description of this literal hellscape would be very effective, but I have aphantasia so...

Has a flu vaccine ever fucked you up so bad you find yourself (badly) explaining non-euclidean geometry to your mother while you crochet a baby cardigan? Just me?

What if, I don't know, there was good news. Have we thought about doing that.

So, Groundhog's Day is a fireworks holiday now? Or are my neighbors just offloading leftover New Year's fireworks?

It's such surreal cognitive dissonance when you encounter a band that has really good instrumentation, but at the same time writes really corny-ass lyrics.

I'm watching the 11 hour video about Vic Mignogna that was released today. I'm only 3 1/2 hours in, but I'm already at the end of my knowledge of the events surrounding him. I'm in for a ride, huh?

ranma 1/2 is like there's this genderfluid guy literally just minding his own business while there are at least 10 other people playing ranked fuck-marry-kill where all 3 options are him