At my job, I quite often see “Monday, Wednesday, Friday” abbreviated to MWF.

I read it in the voice once. It has proven to be the gift that never stopped giving.

It’s just an unending cycle of collecting rings and then losing them all when something comes out of nowhere and knocks you on your ass.

Now that I think about it, making them rings was kind of a heavy-handed choice…

If her friends don’t cum- and if they don’t cum- well they’re no friends of mine

Ween is a giant circle around the entire graph that’s too large to be depicted here

I don’t know why, but I really love the idea of representing Millenials as Shrek and Gen Z as Donkey, and that’s how I’m gonna see us from now on.

You guys have fun fuckin’ that dragon. I’m gonna go angrily bathe in my filth pool. ❤️

Pretty sure this is the cover of an unreleased Primus album

Don’t ever, for any reason, do anything

Abridged version

So THAT’S what the psychs meant when they said I was living in a state of mental illness…

Wouldn’t mind seeing the game come back. Don’t get me wrong, it was pretty shitty. But, for whatever reason, I kept finding myself coming back until there wasn’t a game to come back to anymore. I guess I was charmed by it.

Honestly, if you already have it set up to automate printing the screen and saving it as an image, then seamlessly syncing that file with your phone, I don’t even think you need to worry about making an app or dealing with the phone camera. If you can set that process to trigger on a single button press, that’d be wayyy faster and easier.

Chocolate Eclair. Nice texture. Really scrapes the sides clean.

What the fuck? These assholes stole my catchphrase

I have learned to circumvent this issue by simply never being important enough to be invited to formal events.

It’s worked well thus far, though nobody seems to notice.

I would agree with this. The rational part of me likes to try and eat a sandwich in a 3x3 grid of bites, right-to-left, working my way downward.

But, I’m a wacky, inconsistent li’l bitch, so it almost never works out that way. But, I don’t think I ever exceed 12 bites. That’s a pretty solid ballpark range.

As a certified Orange Enjoyer, it always perplexed me how other kids were always so ready to trade away their orange Starburst.

As someone who also thinks the pink ones are way overrated, though, it ultimately didn’t matter to me, because li’l me was out there making some deals

It was the threat of the bartender reaching for the bat. If the nazi didn’t think there was a chance he’d actually use it, the threat wouldn’t work.

The threat of violence is a deterrent to keep nazis from getting too bold, thinking they can do what they want without repercussion.

Some people think the threat of violent response is overreaction to someone who’s just expressing their ideas. As a bisexual man, I think it’s a pretty even response when those ideas are “hey, what if we rounded up you and everyone like you and marched you off to death camps?”

At the very least, you can never let them believe that you’ll just roll over and let them do it.

Probably a bug I was saving for dinner? I don’t anticipate I’ll have a whole lot to bring with me at that point.

I used to mix it in with fried rice that’d been left sitting out for too long and turned really dry. Gives it some moisture and a vinegary edge, but probably not for everyone, since ketchup’s trademark is stomping all over the subtle flavors of a dish.

When I was in elementary school, I’d dip my pizza crusts in ketchup at lunchtime. I still do that every now and then with Sriracha ketchup

Also, same elementary school lunch: on pizza days, they also used to give us a side of tricolor fusilli straight-up. Just plain pasta without even so much as a little olive oil. So, fuck it. It got blasted with 'chup.

I’m biased towards Y2K from the nostalgia, since those were the prime years of my childhood right before my teenage years kicked in.

But, I love the design of that time because of how obsessed with futurism everything was. It took the future chic look of the mid-late '60s and revamped it, taking that hype for the future- with the Space Race- bringing it back, and updating it for the Information Age.

It felt like we, as a society, had so much optimism for the world that was to come. So, if anything, I think that’s what I’m mostly nostalgic for. I was so excited to grow up in that world. Damn.

Blenders. Gender ephemeral. Intangibles. An even cooler fourth option, probably.

There are tons of cool names you could go with when your identity lies outside of preconceived boundaries (and pretty much transcends them). But, non-binary’s pretty clinical-sounding, so I guess it’s easier to work into a professional setting or something.