Napalm Death’s “You Suffer” on full blast and repeat

Plutonium doesn’t occur that much in nature? you fool, there’s a whole dwarf planet made of it at the edge of our solar system

LET! HIM! FUCK!

True. The start of the 1900s was no time for messin’ around and making babies. We had to go work in the mines

Some people don’t want to conform to your leg-prisons to appease your draconian fashion sense

Injurious bastards

Jeb. Yer hog. Smells like lovin’… now either you do the right thang, or I gots to call the authorities on yer pleasure piggy.

Coops already exist. Basically they’re already set up so that when people move in, they own part of it, and when they move out, they don’t. The technical legal details of it varies from your country, region, municipality, etc, but from my basic understanding, when you sign your contract, it includes saying “you own this building with us until you move out. We might ask you to move out if you poop in the communal garden.”

Edit: re-reading your post, I realize I’m not sure if you mean the entire building or a single unit, but either way you can have similar arrangements.

those fools forgot about lays 😎

Legacy Of Kain: Defiance is the closest we’ll ever get ༼;´༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ༽

Still love all those games, though

You gotta change that book to encyclopedia size. The amount of shenanigans you can’t explain without going into the other tomfoolery Amy Hennig and the rest of those wacky geniuses came up with…

I’ve been trying little things to help brighten their day, like artisanal wallets or little jokes that I write down on cards and put in my pockets

They’ve finally found more money?

Microsoft again?

Don’t ruin OP’s strategic wishful thinking

Damn, Biggie & Doja, always on the opposite extremes for everything except time

Weird, generally latex prevents children from getting in

Your partner and your equivalent parent (mom/gf, dad/bf, sensei/nf) switch place, and you have to bone one (to completion) of them to switch them back. Who do you pick, and what’s wrong with you, you sick bastard?

Fred Durst, of the famed Limp Bizkit band, is a speech therapist. You can see him wearing his signature red hat.

Fred Durst is reciting the lyrics to the Limp Bizkit song, “My Generation,” to which the lyrics during the pre-chorus are:

So go ahead and talk shit, talk shit about me Go ahead and talk shit about my g-g-generation

The last word, “generation,” repeats the first letter twice before saying the word fully, for musical effect in the song. However, since in this comic, Fred Durst is a speech therapist, he is saddened to hear his patient repeat the first letter, as the effect resembles a stutter, which would signify a failure on Fred’s goal as a speech therapist.

How could they do that while Danny Devito is still around?