They all have cousins, so…

That’s unusual. Yeah, I had only played on mobile. Couldn’t tell you whether or not it contained spyware, but the game itself is fantastic and the only paid content (additional classes/decks) are well worth it.

Night of the Full Moon is excellent.

That’s honestly pretty bog-standard. That’s a term I learned on here a few days ago.

Me attempting to take the time to read twenty poorly formatted articles per day, broken up into fourteen paragraphs each and seperated by what I assume are intended to be hundreds of intrusive ads and completely diverging from what the headline baited me into thinking this ad (er… article…) was about in the first place:

Being an entomologist would be sweet as hell. You walk into the lab on a Tuesday morning and Jerry, a gray-bearded researcher with spectacles and a friendly demeanor is like, “Hey, come over here, Kevin. Come look at this bug.”, and you go over there and see the coolest fucking bug.

It means everyone is probably getting sick around here and having bad days because Mercury is in retrograde. At least, that’s what my co-worker once said in front of like fifteen people.

Grass Metal!

Mowing my lawn must be a fucking nightmare for everything involved. ☹️

Very pretty spot.

Hate when that happens…

As someone who can barely approach the edge of a 3-story parking structure, I would come unraveled on one of those balconies.

I actually can’t pee with other people in the room, so public washrooms are a nightmare. But I learned that I can pee real easy in them while I’m sitting down to take a shit. So anytime I’m in one with other people, I just chill in the stall and pretend to take a shit. Might even fiddle with toilet paper after a while and flush just to keep the charade going.

Well, through that I learned that sitting to piss feels waayyyy fucking better. Especially in the middle of the night after crawling out of bed. I’m married, have a kid, and no longer care if people know I sometimes sit to pee.

Waldorf, as per court order, was not allowed to take photographs with children and was omitted from the shot.

We used to prepare and eat these back home. They’re a bit like eggplant. My dad would sometimes hop out of the car on his commute home from work and grab these off the side of the road.

I don’t find it particularly funny, but I certainly enjoyed the vibe of the entire skit.

Fuck Mr. Beast. The real heroes worthy of praise are your friends and neighbors who are out there volunteering and/or doing good things for others without making a fucking spectacle of it.

Mr. Beast with his bucky ass face and products plastered on every last corner of the earth has left a bad taste in my mouth for years, but up until recently people have been unable to criticize him in any way without a thousand others rushing to his defense and declaring what a beautiful, selfless person he is. It’s Ellen all over again.

People truly are blinded by philanthropy-for-clout and mistake it for genuine goodwill. Truly good people do not film themselves handing out food and money.

I’m just relieved they finally fucked off with the mobile checkout thing in Canada. They were pushing it so hard for a while there that I dreaded even going into the store. You couldn’t get through checkout without four different employees wanting to explain it to you and asking, “Why not mobile checkout? But you get ten times the points! C’mon, try it!”

I did try it, too. Twice. The first time was confusing, unintuitive, and clunky. The second time was exactly like the first, except it didn’t beep with I had finished paying and the woman at the counter had a heart attack thinking I was running out the door with stolen merchandise. By the time she checked everything and confirmed that I had, I decided those 10X points could fuck off.

I imagine he spent the entirety of the ban raging like Dennis Reynolds and counting down the days. “IDIIIOOOTS! IDDDIIIIOOOOTSS!!!”

THE CRAWLING CHAOS NYARLATHOTEP IS UPON US!