They did this in Calgary and then everyone’s teeth went tits up.

I find it hilarious that the little bitch-boy thinks he has any ground to speak to a respected world leader who served as PM for just shy of a decade.

Also, Trudeau in all his good-natured gentleness would absolutely fuck Shapiro up one-on-one.

It sucks to hear the reality of working within the industry. I grew up on Morrowind with (wholly unpursued) dreams of working for Bethesda. I couldn’t think of anything more incredible than to be a part of that, building and cluttering those environments, and possibly even writing the lore for The Elder Scrolls. I was so involved in those games. I knew how to use the Construction Kit, and contributed here and there to the modding community. I never took any actions to set me on that career path, but that was my childhood dream.

I’d still jump at the chance to do it now, but I know it wouldn’t be the experience I imagined it to be.

The voters for sure. I’ve engaged with so many obnoxious, irrational, hyper-aggressive people lately who are so high on their own farts and delusion that they’re beyond getting through to. One guy even offered to “fly me out today” to fight him over the subject. Right-wing propoganda has them angry at their own shadow.

I know advocating for violence is frowned upon, but maybe fucking these people up is the only way to get through to them. Seems to be the only language they speak by the end of any argument.

One of my staff does this every day of his life. His roommate works with us as well and confirms it. Dude will game until 10am, then crash for a couple of hours and be into work at 1pm. Rinse and repeat. Five days per week. Rolls out of bed with ten minutes to spare, throws on his uniform and starts walking. I don’t know how he survives the lifestyle, but I guess it’s working for him.

My grandma had me like this when I was ten. We used to sit at her kitchen table and look them up as they flew in. I knew that thing front to back. Used to sit over there all the time looking through the pictures. She died some years ago, but I still have that old green copy of Audubon Guide to Eastern Birds. Made sure to ask for it when she died. It no longer reeks like cigarettes, but it’s all browned and brittle.

My daughter (5) loves birds now too, and we used to consult my grandma’s guide together. However, we now live in Western Canada and I was worried about the longevity of such a fragile relic, so I purchased the Western edition. Nearly identical, but red. Now my daughter runs to grab that whenever we see a new bird at the feeder.

I feel like if there’s anyone out there who would use this new information to make right by the Blobfish, it’s him.

Man, I went on such a journey to find this when I was like 11 during the fledgling years of the internet. I was so stoked when I found it. I used to listen to it while on mIRC.

I just blurt it out when my wife asks. It’s always the most mundane, unrelated shit. I’ll be thinking about what drove Mike Myer’s choice to make Shrek Scottish. That said, she doesn’t stress over what I’m thinking about. She’s not insecure. She just wonders what’s going on in the box sometimes. I’ll have that look. My wife is great.

Take off the goofy indoor hat and embrace your scalp, Tim. I did.

I wholly agree. What’s interesting in my case is that I’ve done a ton of psychedelics in my life, both natural and synthetic, and have only had a single negative experience by overdoing it. I love them. I miss them. Not really something I have room for in my life anymore. But weed absolutely wrecks me at the chemical level. I guess my mom was the same way.

My kid (5) grabbed “The Hips on the Drag Queen Go Swish Swish Swish” at the library and she laughed her ass off at all the mustached women dancing on every page. Kids don’t fucking care. Sometimes dudes dress like ladies. Some people are gay. That’s all you have to tell them. If you don’t, your kid will just grow up to a fucking idiot who cannot comprehend these simple facts.

Funny enough, weed does scare the absolute shit out of me, but I’m in a very small minority here. In fact, a few months back, my wife’s friend gave us some cannabis breath strips. Same brand, but different colored packaging. THC for my wife, CBD for me. Well. I was standing in my open refrigerator filling a glass of water when that CBD breath strip I had taken started to get real weird.

Flash forward an hour or two and I was laying in my dark bedroom in a panic spiral, thinking I was a terrible father and convinced that my house was haunted. I even saw a small white orb of light suspended near the wall above my fan, and I’m still not sure how it was projected there. I’ve never seen it before or since. Stared at it a good while before it just faded away.

Anyway. That wasn’t CBD.

That would have been the only footage of a human getting their head blown apart that I would have watched every day over breakfast.

I abused diphenhydramine on purpose several times during my younger years, and I had a pretty uncomfortable time every time.

Post this on Facebook. I’ve learned that everyone on there fucking hates Ramsey because she’s a little odd looking and was cast to play a teenage character (Ellie) who they really wanted to fuck, I guess.

Fuck, that sucks. I’m going to go look at you guys as much as possible. ❤️

I remember at least liking it a fair bit because it played a lot like Halo 1. I was a huge fan of the original and never cared as much for the sequels. I remember all of my friends got really into ODST, and I hated the direction it had taken the gameplay. So when Reach came out and felt comfortable in my hands again, I was stoked.

Where was Barron Trump when I was eleven and accidentally set a photo of a mostly-nude woman squatting down in red lingerie as my fucking wallpaper? Where was he then? Where was Barron when I tried like hell that night to remove it but didn’t know where to actually go, so I just turned the family computer off and hoped for the best? And where was Barron Trump when the following morning I woke up to my dad and my brother laughing their ass off, beckoning me to come have a look at the family computer, where I saw a mysterious, mostly-naked woman squatting down in red lingerie, titties and all? Where was Barron where my instinctual defense was to feign extreme disgust and pretend I didn’t like it or know anything about how it got there? Where was Barron then?

Probably a fossil digging expedition.