There’s something awful in that briefcase.
There’s something awful in that briefcase.
Yeah! Grandpa stuff!
I could take her…
A yes… the wired terrier.
Yeah… Is there a word for the remnants of an ordinary life stripped of context and now representing a disturbing change in your reality?
Because that is what most of the liminal content I see today is.
A national fork? In Russia?
Sometimes the jokes write themselves.
Being the most common tree in America doesn’t make the sycamore any less awesome.
They’re big and their canopy is lush. Their limbs are all twisty and knobbly. They’ve got huge leaves that sound amazing blowing in the wind or crunching underfoot. The colloquialism for their seedpods is hilarious and the pods themselves are almost as cool as sweetgum seed pods.
Just some great trees all around.
Real men know that there is a greater tactical advantage to backing out of a parking spot instead of pulling out.
Odd fact of the day: Albuquerque is the exact center of the known universe.
What if proteins were jerks? Prions.
Old tricks are the best tricks.
My favorite scene in Spacehunter.
Could have been buying olive oil… Way less dangerous buying olive oil.
Wish I had a copy of my old fish pun thread from the WoW forums…
Fistula.
Sounds sexual, but very much isn’t.
If they didn’t want to find out, maybe they shouldn’t have fucked around.
They’re not “literal” Nazis…
They’re ISIS.
Her priest’s frock was plaid flannel.
Also Ducky wasn’t a cannibal. Which can’t be said for the Other Ilya…