You are my favourite kind of player.

I was watching a Brad Williams clip where he talked about humping John Stamos’ leg.

I’ve taken more damage from party members trying to get me under control than from the enemy. Now they keep me on a leash.

Someone with no butts on their butt, that’s who.

Looking up an electricity pylon’s skirt.

I’ve just reviewed your mod log and I’m pretty sure the problem is you.

They’ve always got evidence that they’re going to show us… soon.

Not today.

But soon.

They can’t say when.

Only that it’ll be soon.

Soon.

Silly Evangelicals, you don’t get a say in it.

I’d prefer if Lemmy didn’t adopt the ‘divorce him/her, hit the gym, lawyer up’ rubber stamp comment.

I don’t think you read that article before posting that headline.

My wife will try to pulse light at me while I’m asleep or in another room.

I mean… this is reason to celebrate, but at the same time it’s like saying you’re giving up on blinding orphan puppies. You were doing what?

Every time another part of the world goes through Interesting Times our options for eating out get better.

I look forward to the upcoming wave of tex-mex and BBQ restaurants.

I guess some people haul their baggage with them wherever they happen to go.

The enemy’s gate is Down.

Send the author a set of photos of different people reading it, with a tally mark for every one of them.

Hot as in spicy? Yeah. I’ve made that mistake.

Yes I am. Seems to happen to me every time the season changes.

Damning the man is one thing, giving up a convenience is another.

Wait until he decides to make them the 52nd state.