Top Gun

Coors Light is pretty much the most beta beer on the planet.

Gross nothing. Doing laundry is fucking awful. I put it off for as long as humanly possible.

My laundry pile is about to collapse under its own gravitational pull and form a black hole.

Just because one is awful doesn't mean the other one wasn't too.

Not exactly my genre, but I've seen a lot of praise for My Brother's Husband. It's by an author mostly known for bara porn, but it's apparently a really heartfelt story about a Canadian man meeting his deceased Japanese husband's family.

I've taken to playing this in my head every time I read a ben bitchpost:

There was a Philly PAX this year, but it was focused on tabletop gaming, which I have just about zero interest in. Figures.

Hopefully not before getting banned from this one.

It might as well be even if you can read his posts.

You know what, forget it. It's like talking to a fucking tree stump.

I haven't watched anything besides Saturday nights since college, outside of maybe an odd Venture season or two.

Yes. Shit. Happened. Can you even fucking read?

This wasn't a fuck-up. Shit happens. One of the parties involved has a quibble with the terms of a contract, and things have to be re-negotiated. This goes double when you're dealing with the notorious clusterfucks that are anime production committees. Quit sperging out and just fucking deal with it.

You have no fucking idea how the television business works. Maybe try shutting the hell up until you do?

Will you ever get your ass kicked by a middle-schooler? Oh wait, that already happened.

Learn how to fucking read already.

No and no.

If I believed for a second that you actually worked at a school, the fact that you'd be allowed within 50 yards of a child would be a fucking travesty.

Dandyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

I saw some lady panicking that it'd be "way too dangerous" to pump gas and that they needed the "trained attendants" to keep doing it. What the actual fuck.

Don't blame me, I'm still back in November somewhere. Poor DVR's stuffed to the gills.

I did that with the lawn mower when I was 12. My dad just laughed at me later.

The other day I used my face wash, then the normal soap, then poured out the face wash again instead of shampoo. I just stood there for 10 seconds wondering what the fuck my brain was doing.

You make Trump's hands look big and beefy. A 5-year-old could probably wreck you.

Drunk sack of shit says what?