Trump just moved it to another level.

He is the In-group and everyone else is the Out-group all depending on how big of a shit he took in his diaper, how sweet the diet coke in his cup is, who the last he spoke to pointed him towards commenting at, and how many uppers he shoved down his throat with his big Mac.

Does she say this to you after you ask her something or during conversations about politics?

When I occasionally hear kid Rock on the radio, all I can think about is what a loser he is needing his daddy’s car dealership money to get him out in the rap scene.

How many Detroit rappers self fund a cd release that was able to sell 14000 copies? That is a lot of money in the 90s.

Reminds me of ER doctors saying that somehow men always seem to fall onto all sorts of things when they sit down naked and those things get accidentally lodged up their asses.

Silo was great. Get on library genesis and get the books to read. Wool Omnibus has all the stories collected together. It will hold you over until the next season.

The story is so great and leaves so many questions.

I don’t have fear of my dreams, they are just incredibly disjointed and sometimes jarring if I do remember them. It isn’t stemming from abuse or psychological damage that I could go to therapy for, it is likely just because my brain doesn’t properly function during sleep.

Signals that should tell me to breathe don’t send so I get deprived of oxygen until other signals finally kick in and start my breathing again for a few seconds before the whole thing starts again, for every minute I’m asleep without a CPAP machine I am not breathing for 20 seconds or more.

Lots of adrenaline shocks through the night as my heart gets stressed and I’m sure the mix of stress hormones and neurochemicals mess with how my brain processes dreams. It is akin to the feeling people have described of a bad drug trip.

My brain literally doesn’t function properly when I sleep, it doesn’t send signals for my lungs to exhale so it probably is doing other things wrong as well.

Once I started on CPAP there was a huge drop in adrenaline shocks to my heart while I slept.

Or don’t, maybe we are supposed to forget them. For instance I do not want to remember my dreams as I have barely ever had a pleasant one. I’d rather wake up in blissful ignorance of whatever shit my broken brain threw together while it tries to suffocate me.

Places don’t accept pdf files that have signature touchscreen signed signatures?

I sold and bought a house without signing anything except the final papers at the notary. The mortgage, the realtor papers, the inspection all were signed on either a DocuSign page or on my phone with a stylus.

I’m sorry we don’t serve Döner Kebab here, we only serve Donairs.

If you can breathe through the butt as you can through your mouth, can you eat with your butt as well?

Was South Park right and you can put a turkey up your ass and digest it?

After I made the comment I looked it up and realized I have actually seen it and that is how forgettable it is.

I didn’t even realize there was an Assassin’s Creed movie.

Must have blinked and missed it.

Being oblivious to reality is a feature of Republicanism.

Take rights away from 50% of the population, be surprised that the vast majority of women don’t like rights being taken away.

Ronald Raygone was the original mentally unfit resident.

I somehow doubt the movie will go much into his complete lack of mental capacity in his last years in office.

Also I doubt there will be much mention in the movie of Nancy Reagan being the Blowjob Queen of Hollywood, or at least the MGM studio lot.

You mean you haven’t seen the Scrubs webseries?

That is the ninth season.

My preferred death would be instantaneous combustion. No need for a cremation later, just a one shot of death and decorporealization.

This is a lie to make people feel better, rather than let them think they will die instantly, let them think for an hour and 30 mins they will calmly enjoy their final minutes listening to Mike Myers. Personally I’d rather go out to Wayne’s World if it’s going to be Mike Myers.

I thank you for saving me the trouble of looking up the wikipedia article for the plot synopsis.

Wait for low tide, build up a temporary dike away a distance from the ship that won’t blow up but can abate the wave then blow up the ship.