GOB’s not onboard.

That behavior is downright abysmal.

I was Biden my time, but the time is Nye.

I see Calvin’s been by.

And that’s not even taking into account the miseries of:

1: Fighting with insurance to let you have what you desperately need at a price that wouldn’t bankrupt you.

2: Fighting with your pharmacy over prescription issues.

3: Dealing with sudden nationwide shortages.

Fuck…

I’m so goddamned sick of masking.

Gainax AF.

Take her to paladinner and a movie?

(Sorry.)

I honestly think this makes a pretty good fit.

Castlevania’s flashy, ornate aesthetic and over-the-top dramatics could transition nicely to the stage.

Like, imagine the WHAT IS A MAN monologue being belted out from centerstage under a spotlight and accompanied by organ music.

Dude, yesterday I heard a radio ad promoting “vintage alternative” music and it was fucking “Mr. Brightside” by The Killers.

Vintage.

I wanted to throw my geriatric elder Millennial ass through my windshield.

Maybe they’re just from a sex-positive couple into CGSM.

Honestly, it’s been so long I’m not sure I can even differentiate anymore.

Far and away, the best aspect of my life.

YES! Now I can finally…

Wait. No. NO!

Shit, I still had Reflect cast on me from last round.

COME BACK! WAIT! NOOOOOO!

I never tasted a more delicious pizza than the personal pan pepperoni I earned from absolutely crushing the Book-It program. That big holographic button, covered in achievement stars. The pizza. Pure bliss.

“Birdie…” Ronald muttered, just above a whisper. “Bring me the McHammer.”

“Why Ronald?” the girl could only respond, fear quickly taking over her voice.

The clown ruler dropped his gaze to his oversized shoes. His gloved hand tightened into a fist.

“The Hamburglar has robbed his last fuckin’ meal.”

I assume the opossum was busy giving a press conference somewhere on behalf of the group.