If I see a bumper sticker that mentions jesus, I definitely assume that car is driven by the least christ-like person imaginable, and give them space.

Here are my precious baby boys, Wart and Pablo. If everyone can wish them a happy birthday, they turn one year old tomorrow.

But like, isn't that your fucking job? 'Nobody wants to work anymore!!'

I remember a time when every day our letter carrier would bring us another AOL compact disc. It was incredible, there were AOL CDs littering the streets, crushed rainbow shards promising to connect you to the world.

I just assume they couldn't find any other living person who wants Maxwell to be pardoned.

Her face at the end there was amazing. I am so anxious for the reveal of what she saw. What do you guys think? Is it a soylent green situation? I feel like that would be too expected.

So long and thanks for all the fish.

I would love to have a party with people who have such interesting knowledge. What else are they doing wrong? Or what common mistake would you like to see on screen?

It IS crazy but please take John Brown's final words to heart:

"I, John Brown, am now quite certain that the crimes of this guilty land will never be purged away but with blood. I had, as I now think, vainly flattered myself that without very much bloodshed it might be done."

We are repeating history and that man was an enemy of any rational or empathetic souls left in this country. I took the warnings of others seriously before watching the footage, as it is indeed awful. But that man would have been happy to watch me die. Knowing that, I can't pretend it doesn't feel good to see a threat neutralized.

I like the way you think but am horrified by your potential skunk-harvesting techniques.

I think about this all the time while commuting. I yearn so much to teach the drivers this one simple trick!

I will happily share my beans, but I guess it's weird to just put beans in your neighbor's bowl without their consent.

It feels anecdotal, but I felt like I had a voodoo doll for my last manager. He was a nice enough guy but just hyper and careless. So he would do stuff all the time without thinking about what came next. I would see him on my commute sometimes following close behind other cars, speeding to red lights and such. Said to my coworker, 'He is going to not be here one day because he got in a car accident.' A few weeks later and he is out because he totalled his car into the back of another car. Another time the company was cheaping out on hiring someone to replace lightbulbs and he was like, I'll just change them myself! I said, "you need insurance to do stuff like that in an office, thousands of people fall off ladders every year" A few weeks later he was out for days, found out he fell off a ladder at his house. I didn't cause these things to happen, but I stopped vocalizing what I was predicting. As the wise Michael Scott once said, "I'm not superstitious, but I am a little stitious."

Awwww, she looks quite content on her heating pad. Wart is just a baby, his first birthday is this week! We have had a few sia‐meezers and they have all been scream machines. They really do love to check the whole house for changes before settling in their same favorite spots.

Hahaha, it is short for (W)Arthur Pendragon, but Wartholomeow is definitely one of his many nicknames.

Still here, still trying to convince people to leave reddit, but some people won't even leave twitter or facebook, so what are you gonna do? Lemmy has taught me to be happy with my beans.

I liked The Smashing Machine enough, but it was most definitely despite the rock, not because of him.

Ooooooh, that last one is so good.