“Hey, wanna go see Pink Floyd in Vancouver?”

“Nah, next time.”

Is my 1994 shame.

I feel I need to preach PULSE.

The latter half is essentially DSotM live with bonuses and it is a lifelong listen for me.

A notable uptick in web queries for “guillotine for sale” is not a DDoS.

0K :(

Shit doc, how’s my potassium?

I played Pac Man. That’s all I got from the list except dabbling in whatever the D&D MMO was.

They also faked the look of rich cream by using a yellowish layer of pureed calf brains. As a historian of the Indiana health department wrote: “People could not be induced to eat brain sandwiches in [a] sufficient amount to use all the brains, and so a new market was devised.”

Mad.

*tinkle*

“I’m here for the third option.”

“Excuse me?”

“You know, the Gen X model. Give me the Skull Skates shirt and the Apathy sticker.”

Starting my monthly LSD trip out right I see.

Hey human, you know that grass I eat?

Yeah, now you get it.

S’Chn on a chook

80s pro-tip: It wasn’t about the big dish, you needed the right retriever to unscramble the porn.

Matter of fact it’s all dark.

Dave.

‘These Colors Don’t Cum’ channel

Barely more light than nightswitch.

It makes me so happy that “wa wa wa” was vocal.

Also ocarina.

We gots sunken reflectors in BC. Some escape the scrape.

Shit, I came here to say the same.

Your computer: a yawning maw

We: watch