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My wife: The neighbors have a live mariachi band!

Me: I think it's a tejano band.

My wife: You are focusing on the wrong part of this!

The one where Joey meets Mecha Chandler. "Can I be any more obsolete," asks flesh Chandler.

The one where Ross is hunted for his fine pelt and precious gland secretions.

The one where Phoebe demands they help her assemble something called "the bone lathe".

They're finally bringing Phantasy Star Online 2 to the US and I gotta say, I'm not looking forward to what that's going to do to me as a person.

My wife: I'm out of calories for the day so if you want you can just eat baked beans out of the can for dinner.

Apparently this is supposed to be a treat for me?

Entering into yet another psychic battle with the with the neighbor's dog.

Building a new type of centaur with a hotdog cart, a TIG welder, and the first person willing to give me medical power of attorney.

The only point in me having followers online is that it will be slightly funnier when I get cancelled for drunkenly demanding the DooM Guy to "show me the feet" on a twitch stream.

This is one of the rare times I'm inviting you mendicants to interact at me.

Broke: Using the real risk faced by vulnerable populations as a cudgel to demand party unity.

Also Broke: Being willing to lose an election while knowing that you are safe from the worst of the winner's depredations.

Bespoke: Doing inhalents until this shit is over.

I was found dismembered in a storm drain... AND I VOTE.

Every time. It hurts. New blood pumps through fresh veins. Meat and nerve you've never experienced before howl at you in confusion and agony. You don't know who this was. Don't know why you picked them. You only know that neither of you got that waffle cone.

The sky is glitching again. Fractal white noise disrupting calm blue. You rub your eyes. Try to forget the faces you saw in it. Try to forget how it started. You try to forget you never got that waffle cone...

All I'm saying is that if mainstream democrats and leftists can't find some common ground Kojima is going to make an even weirder and more obtuse game than Death Stranding and I don't think anyone wants that.

Getting mangled in industrial equipment was MY choice and I couldn't be happier with my now comically long arms.

Like a snake shedding its skin, I leave my car and roll around the parking lot nude.

Everyone is angry at this.

Getting utterly blasted on hammer sauce and fighting the mayor's horse.

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