Ren and Stimpy when they force Stimpy to make hairballs. It’s one of the grossest things I’ve ever seen, but it’s a riot. “Where are you going? Your plate’s still full!” IYKYK.

We don’t. Is it weird to be on a first-name-only basis?

Dang ceiling pigeons!

Oh what, the same 40% approve as always?

Checks article

Yeah 39%, who could’ve guessed.

The first of many

Pawtism

“They put me in the Tube, folks. I said to the guy, ‘it’s so loud in here, can we get a quieter Tube? We need a quieter Tube” and he said no, this was already the best Tube, better than the ones on Grey’s Anatomy. I do some of my best thinking in the Tube, folks. I came up with Trump Tube Steaks, better than Nathan’s, made with Argentinian beef. They’re gonna be the best Tube Steaks on the market.”

As a journalist who has covered internet culture for a long time, I’ve seen enough hand-drawn images of Sonic the Hedgehog showing feet and pregnant Barack Obama

Either you’re the wrong person for the job, or please say what you really saw.

“Writing your apology screenshot post? Try Scrivener!”

I hate to say it, but it’s somehow still better than an open-ceiling, Edison-bulb, cement-floor, square-metal-stool, IPA-only, food-truck-in-the-parking-lot, trivia-night motherfucker of an establishment.

And asparagus.

Dashcon got their shit together

From AP news:

The president declined to name the person, whom he called “a friend of mine,” saying the man didn’t want the recognition.

Epstein’s corpse?

“She’s a brick and I’m drowning slowly”

“It hurt itself in its confusion!”

I’m looking for the same thing at the moment, actually. I don’t know your flavor of Linux, but someone on a forum for Mint suggested an applet called Power Manager, so there’s stuff out there if you’re willing to dig a bit.

Sam: “contestants, you know how the gender works”

Contestants: “nope”

“Never trust an Italian, folks, that’s what I say… ever see the Sopranos? I knew Tony Soprano. Well, not personally, but we were in the same circles. Big man, strong man, he came to me, tears in his eyes…”

the sound of sandpaper slowly scratching a desk as a clock ticks in reverse