Avoid any situation in which you might have to do so.

Loud pieces of shit

I was on board with pineapple in some scenarios. Carl’s Jr does a teriyaki burger with pineapple that’s alright.

But beets? Apparently even the food is trying to kill you down under.

I get the sentiment, I do. But can we please stop associating tacos with that blubbering sludgefuck? Tacos are a beautiful thing.

Bro, this is clearly a fantasy scenario where we have a non-liquid substance with the same effects as alcohol. No one’s asking you to make tequila fun dip for real.

Because it’s one thing to not shame ignorance, and quite another to entertain people who are being deliberately obtuse.

For years I thought he sang “the cemetery where I married a thief” in Otherside, and that still made more sense than the real line.

I’d guess that unless you were already conceived at the time, there’s a good chance you don’t exist in a universe where Kennedy lived. Massive historical event, butterfly effects all down the timeline.

Where were you with this kind of genius in 1993?

Would that mean that the cake is not, in fact, a lie?

Or is it a deeper commentary on the realism of a representation of a thing, a la Magritte’s The Treachery of Images? The cake is a lie because it’s not a cake, it’s a representation of a cake.

Doc, this is heavy.

This or spontaneous oral sex.

Can a vampire landlord enter uninvited with 24 hours notice?

Alright, that’s fucking it. Next long weekend I have, I’m figuring out how to install Bazzite.

I reject the premise that I should eat sunflower seeds of any brand. They’re bird food. Pumpkin seeds are exponentially better.

Try to find the nearest shaman, apothecary or herbalist and trade my future clothes/pocket contents for some hallucinogens and painless poison. I ain’t living through a time before electricity.

If nominated I will not run. If elected I will not serve.

So then is Lilith a harpy or a succubus?

Yeah, animated is probably the way to go. Few sitcoms are going to get the budget for the costumes and makeup to not look dorky.

I guess he needs a courier buddy full of bad trivia.

You take your average dragon’s intestines and stretch ‘em out? You’re lookin’ at eh… three leagues and change.

Addendum: The local vintner who supplies the tavern is a genial bullywug named Jeremiah who no one quite understands.