I do believe that dissertation is just the song “America, FUCK YEAH!” Repeated on enough pages to make a red-tailed hawk bald eagle screech when you flip the pages fast enough.

I’ve definitely had street corn in Chicago.

The tolerances for Lego are so tight, getting a defective piece is super rare and people seek them out.

It’s Freedom Fries & W ketchup all over again…

Congratulations, You’ve domesticated a Mimic! May all the porch pirates live in fear!

tounge-click, head waggle, Woop, howl, clap.

The number of times I have been absolutely sober and panicked thinking the house was on fire while the oven is self cleaning is more than zero…

That’s a very nice cat-shaped hole in reality you have there!