I’m sorry, did you not already have a thing for burly communist Santa?

What kind of Christmas movies did YOU grow up watching?

I’ve done the mug before.

Actually my preferred way for oatmeal. Warms the mug up, and it stays warm for longer!

With the advent of lab grown animal neurons interfacing with parts, we need to expand the definition of “wetware”.

It’s meat. Doesn’t even need to be people meat. Just meat that can be trained to react to stimuli, which opens up some options depending on complexity.

Fun personal story time:

Back when I was about 12, my dad and his then-girlfriend lived in a condominium. I was over for the weekend, and needed to take a massive shit.

Take said shit, it won’t flush. Go get the plunger. Plunge plunge plunge. Try again. Now it’s filling up. Plunge plunge plunge. It’s still filling. Panic starts to fill my child heart.

My dad was at work, he wouldn’t be home for another 10, probably 12 hours. I needed an adult. Wait, his girlfriend is home!

Embarrassed as shit, I go to her and explain the situation. She assures me I’m just freaking out, it’s okay, she can handle a clogged toilet!

So she tries. And tries. Then all I hear is “THERE’S SO MUCH POOP! HOW CAN ONE CHILD MAKE SO MUCH POOP?!”

Turned out there was something going on with the sewer line and I just found out in the worst way possible. I wanted to die when I heard her yelling about the amount of shit backflowing. She wasn’t even mad about it, just confused as to why it kept coming.

So long as no ones judging. Sometimes you just want to wrap your lips around the hot tailpipe while the engines running and you drop your ass like you’re trying to commit a one-person mass extinction event on a dildo.

It’s my auto-erotic ass fixation.

Sometimes you need that good, deep clean only a chunk of bark will give you.

“HAPPINESS, FREE, FOR EVERYONE, AND LET NO ONE BE FORGOTTEN!!” - Red, The Roadside Picnic

An impossible wish, yet one that burned itself into my heart the moment I read it, and a quote that has kept me walking.

PTT on Q, for an easier time accidentally hitting it at an inopportune moment.

That way everyone knows why you suck tonight is because you’re going through a messy divorce, she taking the kids, my fucking kids, and you expect me to be at the top of my game? THE LICH KING CAN FUCK OFF UNLESS HE’S THE ONE PAYING THE ALIMONY!

You know what, I think I will. Fuck the system!

Shift is for Sprint. Ctrl is for Crouch.

It’s right there, in the manual, page 2.

Tiny lamps, magnifiers with lights attached, the little “Lite Worm” you could plug on top that barely did anything besides put a bright spot on your screen…

There was a lot of bad ideas before the concept of a backlit Gameboy left Japan. Because of course they had an exclusive one with a backlight before the GBA was even a thing, let alone the SP.

They were amazing. Hershey’s(not the chocolate company, just the same name) makes some really quality ice cream.

They’re also a pain in the ass to find outside the Northeastern US, in my experience. Where I was living at, you could find traditional Hershey’s Ice Cream Parlors everywhere. After getting lower than Virginia, I could count how often I saw anyone advertising them on one hand.

Hippo all the way.

Fuckers don’t deserve to be that heavy, that fast, and have a ranged attack by flinging their shit. Pick two to keep, Hippo. You get to keep the bite by default just because it can look fuckin goofy.

Hershey’s Ice Cream does this oversized mint choco chip ice cream sandwich that you just made me think of.

Fuck you, that’s over an hour drive and they’ll be closed before I’m off work, but thank you, I know what I’m doing tomorrow because of you.

Who are you, and why do you have a picture of my sleep paralysis demons?

If you’re in my goddamn walls again, I’m going to start charging you rent.

Rotten and Ogreish, the first two gore sites I ever stumbled upon.

I’ll never forget the dude impaled on the fence post, just twitching.

The meats.

Zuck likes to smoke meats, and must always have BBQ nearby.