You gotta fumigate the ghosts somehow.

Not long enough. That’s not what he would have gotten.

-t3h PeNgU1N oF d00m

Without Doug.

Ahhh, I’ve never played the COD Zombies games, so I had no idea. I thought it was just a joke.

Can I get this as a left4dead mod?

There was a Fiat on fire on the side of the road earlier. Italy answers the call!

I’m in the “make up an excuse and don’t show up” camp. If I went to a friend’s family gathering and my friend tried to pawn me off on a relative with a conversation starter, I’d probably have to leave. I don’t go anywhere without an exit plan, and I’ve been known to dip out of restaurant waiting areas because it was too crowded to be comfortable while I wait. Last year I skipped a concert for my favorite band that I paid extra to get the VIP passes for just because I couldn’t even think about being in the crowd. Social anxiety is a real problem, and I appreciate you giving some input on how to help others deal with it. I’ll add by saying that if you know a friend has a hard time with it, be upfront and ask them if they are comfortable with the situation BEFORE the get together. Let them know if you will be there with them the whole time, or if they will be flying solo. I don’t not want to go to social gatherings, I just need to have my ins and my outs sorted before I dive headfirst into one.

Begun, the Bullshit Wars have.

He can disrespectfully fuck himself, too.

He attempted to resign, but was denied. Then he lost reelection. So, this isn’t a “I don’t have anything to live for” situation. It’s a “I don’t want to live with what I’ve done” type thing.

32 hours? What, you have a day off or something? Better get a second job.

“Hitlist”… so, the quarterly earnings report?

“I’ve already ruined 2000s hip hop, let’s see what I can do to a full country…”

From fucking Palm Beach, too. Like her withered brain needs any more direct sunlight.

Pegging isn’t a replacement for a prostate exam any more than getting punched in the tit is a mammogram, despite the similar sensation. Get your butt (and your boobs) checked.

Sounds like a marimba when you get to the bendy bit.

Definitely have to make sure to get “AI” in the title for maximum fear mongering.

Tuesday is going to be fucking ugly. Wednesday is going to be worse.

Ohhhh boy. Don’t fuck with the space program.