I heard they shaved a gorilla.

Huh. So this is when I have a stroke. Good to know.

2 or 3.

I use to love G2’s, but they fell off. I found a sharpie pen a while back and was shocked by how well it wrote, it’s now my goto.

It’s an I Heart Radio podcast right? I♡R suuuuuvks.

I love Cool Zone Media’s output, but their parent company is exhausting.

Playing a real dangerous game having those finger so close to the eyes and nose.

The women recieved a psychic pulse to leave the train minutes before this image was pulsed.

Tuck and roll, ladies.

I love that this is in Minecraft. Should be in base game.

Sweet sweet Kill Master. Kept my units healed through the bulk of Brütal Legends.

Friendly reminder that the Babylon Bee is the shitty rightwing attempt at the Onion.

Attempting to launder shitty conservative beliefs through humor.

I’m pretty firmly against crossovers unless they are particularly compatible with each other. Unless it gels just right it feels pandering and lame. Smash Bros for example worked hard to make the disparate cast fit in with each other with subtle design changes. Ready Player One on the other hand…

X-Men and other super hero-esque media works. DC and Mortal Kombat works when you throw in magic to offset the power inbalance. (Although, I never questioned Marvel Vs Capcom’s power scaling. Hsien-Ko and Phoenix Wright casually kicking Thanos’ wrinkled purple ass never made me think twice.)

I’ld like Capcom to collapse more of their fighting and beat-em-up properties into Street Fighter. Hsien-Ko makes about as much sense in Street Fighter as half of the villains.

I like doing old prospector-y cursing for minor inconveniences. I work at a hospital, so I probably shouldn’t curse openly infront of the unwashed terbuculars.

consarn it
dagnabbit

My final form is Grandpa Lou Rugrats.

Y2K could have gone south real quick without heroes like her.

Cut to the barber that’s clearly a coyote.

IIRC he only got ice cream for him and one of his daughters, when the other two kids who were also with him watching them eat ice cream. Mom calls him out on that being a bit fucked up, Dad doubles down. Reddit asks OP what the fuck is he doing.

It’s weird Bean Dad shit.

(sighs) Would.

I wish I were her.

They keep demanding a worthless quail bone bracelet, menacing with spikes of dolomite, and I hold my ground.

The furnaces with course with the metal of their armor, as the rivers run with their goblin blood… and hallways because DF is weird with water pollutants.

Uhh huh huh… you said depth.

I think that’s the point of a rape whistle, people might ignore a call for help, but will instinctively look towards a shrill piercing whistle.

They might not help, but extra visibility might deter the attacker.

I’ll also toss A Way with Words on the pile too. It’s a long running NPR-adjacent radio show/podcast about linquistics.

My favorite was a dive they did on the descriptor “like a dead preacher” to refer to an annoying awkward thing to move.