All good things.

What’s the over under on ol’ Rupert getting to it before anyone else can?

No one has to subscribe to cable television, FYI.

DA:TV got best of '24? According to whom, exactly? I mean, it’s pretty great, but top? Ehhh? Something smells like Consumer Reports…

Every EP on that shit train, rn…

Hunh. I guess Huntsville doesn’t get much poetic irony around them thar parts.

We can only hope that they don’t make the next season of Andor until they fix whatever flavorless fuckery is afoot in their cash machine…

Hey, man. Ya know? If, like, weed’s a “crime”? Then, hey. Like, woodshop was totally my “gateway drug” fershurr.

Just pass it leftwise, Furd. I mean… It ain’t a mic, man. Damn.

You right, you right, tho. Yup. Facts.

Democracy©

IANAS, but it sure seems like most of these pig fuckers just went fully off-road genetically as soon as their two main external sphincters formed during mitosis, and focused everything else afterward on that core concept: Eat & Shit. (punctuation optional; creative emphasis, arrangement, spelling, etc. promoted)

Into two pigs? How often?

That’ll be the hermit, ironically.

Ahem. 🫣

Haven’t read much cyberpunk lit, then.

I raise. Szechuan.

Aside from the likelihood of this outing my account, I once had a first date at a renowned noodle house in town, and the surprise rarity of the single table in the front window (converted Victorian, alcove). We order, make small talk, I think it’s going great — until movement in the corner of my right eye out the window draws me to watch, in the middle of her sentence, a full-grown adult male climb onto the hood of the parallel parked car and proceed to empty his thrice-cursed bowels onto it like he was putting out a chemical fire.

I recall being unable to look away and catching her attention drift toward my view at the same time the waiter arrived with our lunches, only to table them with an “Uhm. Well.” and ghost.

So, not exactly “at another table”, but the whole place has front row seats, so 🤷🏽‍♂️

Cedar Point is an easy concession 🙇🏽‍♂️

Ohio.

Worry is the worst use of imagination. The latter can take you all sorts of places, whereas the former is more of a rocking chair: misleadingly distracting but essentially stationary. 🙇🏽‍♂️

Is that Moldiwort in the alt top-right?