Kill yourself, Elon. Everyone will be sorry then.

That’s how they laughed at me in Starcraft too.

It is very important to reaffirm that you are talking to mom in a private chat with mom by referring to her as “mom” as often as possible.

Do you recall which ones scored the highest?

I’m interested in this one also. I like the look of it. Currently a long-time Pixel user, but I’m open to other options. It will take a truly good camera to pull me away, though.

A close friend/former guildie of my wife’s is a very wholesome and well-accomplished person who secured her dream job with the CDC during Biden’s administration, just to have that job abolished by Trump/DOGE pretty much immediately. It was a very high-up/directoral position involving the outreach of sexual education/awareness for special needs individuals, who are often the unwilling/misunderstanding partipants of sexual abuse. Her entire department was ruled non-essential and was eliminated overnight. I guess it fucked her up pretty bad. She’s okay now, but is back to square one, searching for a suitable job.

Fuck Donald Trump and fuck DOGE.

But I drew it for the party…

Birds don’t know shit about microphones.

Steve’s Lava Chicken in my ass.

Kyle is one of those names that don’t really kick in until age 12. Like, yeah, that baby is named Kyle. But it hasn’t kicked in yet.

My wife sometimes stops to compliment me because she knows men don’t often receive compliments. I always appreciate that.

Russian porn sites be like…

I used to contemplate jumping in the air, then quickly using my foot to spring upward off of my other leg/foot, and repeating that until I’ve reached a desired elevation.

The bulb sends you his thanks.

I haven’t had a cigarette since 2014, but I’ll have one now since Gary went through all the trouble.

That’s fucking awesome! That’s also how you end up running with a sect of druids.

The hogs will never betray you. If they do, you were never running with the hogs to begin with.

Love this. I think not having driving was a huge contributor to my introvertedness/social anxiety. My friends were always super accommodating, but night after night I would end up stuck in places I didn’t want to be, entirely at the mercy of someone else. Was my ride drinking? Guess I’m sleeping on the floor of some weird house I don’t want to be at. My social battery would drain by 10pm and I would have to bounce around asking various friends if I couple catch a ride with them when they left, and often didn’t get out of there until 3am. It wasn’t a situation I enjoyed being in. Sometimes it was easier to be the walking wizard.

One night I was extremely drunk on Southern Comfort and mad/butt-hurt over something my love interest had said or done. Decided to walk all the way home at 2am. Unfortunately that was a 14 mi/22 km walk through a rural area, deeply intoxicated with no water. It was beautiful hearing the roosters crow over sleepy little farms at sunrise, but by the time I finally made it home I collapsed onto my bed sobbing in misery. I slept for eleven hours and spent the next day or so recovering. It’s not always noble to be the walking wizard.