dec 14 in idea barrages

Yeah, I got drip. DRIP COFFEE.

Just gettin’ some lawn adornments from the Gnome Depot, is all.

If you want to show awful ads on that little screen with the tinny blown-out speakers when I’m pumping gas, for God’s sake, at least charge me like three cents less a gallon. You’re double dipping and you know it.

Horror’s actually our most conservative genre of all. Horror says stay in your lane, don’t go in the woods or the attic or to Lover’s Lane. Don’t be different. If you step outside society’s expected bounds, you become either a monster’s prey or the monster itself. That’s horror.

What you didn’t know was that the girl didn’t want a pet, she wanted a hippopotamus for Christmas to eat it. She was of the Fieri line.

When young, we intimidate our rivals by cracking our knuckles. When old, we intimidate our rivals by cracking our knees.

LESS SECRET SAUCE, MORE INDISCREET SAUCE!

Two years of this. Two years because so many people are so selfish they can’t fathom putting other peoples’ lives ahead of their own whims. Hell, they think they’re being “freedom heroes” for being such heartless bastards, even. This damned human race.