Had a hairless rat briefly that we called Sir Scrote.

Just after Construction Season. What do you think roofers do to survive the lean months between jobs?

Is there a ratio tipping point when a salad is all dressing, croutons and protein and the lettuce is just a garnish for some color?

Adding a couple more lanes would get things moving. /S

Has anyone actually run into any of these South Africans? Are they giving them housing on military bases or are there Africa towns popping up in the middle of nowhere or something?

I donate to Pistols for Pandas because those poor guys need all the firepower they can get.

This illustration is completely wrong.

The man representing hackers isn’t in a fur suit.

Seriously. The dudes thorax looks like he’s had extra organs installed ‘just in case’.

He needs two livers to process all the research chems he probably stacks every day.

Who would play the young upstart that idolizes/challenges a grizzled and worn out Julia Roberts?

What if we build it on a repurposed oil tanker and park it in the great Pacific Garbage Patch?

I misread the first line and saw Gus instead of Gaius.

Now I wish there had been a horny Emperor Gus.

Wow. I’ve been ignoring Windows 11 for 5 years now?

All we need to do is reverse the impulsors and route weapons systems into the storage matrix.

You can’t fight crime with a macaroni duck.

We need to breed a race of Super Possums, although Possums are pretty super already.

Whenever somebody uses my name I immediately feel like I’m in trouble, then when I realize I’m not, I feel like they are faking intimacy by continuing to say my name and are attempting to manipulate me.

I’m also that guy that will be completely clueless that you are in to them until you grab me by the junk. So, there’s that.

Do Swiss trains at least have mechanical twisting sockets to wind your watch?

Let’s make this a thing so narcs have to learn a hilarious new vocabulary.

Now I’m going to measure out all of my drug transactions using bee-weight.

I’m holding out for an Airedale sized earwig, chittering in my lap as I skritch it’s carapace.