Brings new meaning to the Salt-N-Pepa song.

Everyone talks about Rule 34, but nobody mentions the equally valid Rule 36.

He made The Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny. I will love him forever.

You should watch the movie. It’s all kinds of fun.

yoink

and salsa?

So, we eat the cops as a side dish when we eat the rich, right?

I always looked at Team America as a satire of right wing thought. Basically the Bush worldview taken to comical extremes.

I know Parker and Stone are lolbertarians, but they managed to actually skewer the right pretty well back in the day.

Oh, it is.

For people who ask stupid questions about their gender.

You ought to see what we do to pizza in the Midwestern US

Sure, but that just goes back to the original point - he’s super weirdly obsessed with greed and hate and being a control freak, and will never be happy no matter how much money he has.

Money can’t make you happy, but the lack of money can certainly make you unhappy.

I’m not going to say that the rich are just as unhappy as the rest of us, because they’ll never know what it is to truly struggle. But take a look at Elon Musk; does he look happy to you? Dude bought and destroyed Twitter because people there wouldn’t stop making fun of him, and he still can’t stop them. He’s driven his daughter out of his life because he can’t accept she’s trans, which has only made him go even more full on transphobe and bleed over into every other bigoted thought under the sun. He just fucking gutted Tesla, his big pride and joy, because he couldn’t stand his “inferiors” talking back to him and trying to stop him from making terrible mistakes. All his victims are undoubtedly struggling more than he is, thanks largely to his capriciousness and evil, but he certainly doesn’t look happy to me.

And the funny thing is, he could be absolutely happy if he could let shit go. If I had his money, I wouldn’t even bother with all this petty shit; I’d hire people to manage the money, put as much of it into charity work as I could, find some tropical island somewhere, and spend the rest of my life sipping on margaritas and watching sunsets. But he can’t help himself. He’s incapable of letting go, which stops him from ever being happy.

It’s a big ball of wibbly wobbly queery weery… stuff.

Biblically accurate weeping angel

Well, I fucking love you.

Run DNC

Ask nicely.

Gotta tell you, coming to the Midwest and being exposed to the gas stations here like Quiktrip and Casey’s was a revelation. All we had on the west coast was AM/PM, and those guys are hot garbage.