“How about no, Scott”

Plenty of celebrities and highly paid athletes commit suicide, wealth cannot cure depression. Same answer.

Nope, I’ve been fighting my own mind for over 4 decades and possibly have another 4ish to look forward to. Lizard or not, tacking another 919 years onto my life sounds like torture.

There’s sharing resources and then there’s being a dick.

I can’t remember how long ago, I think around 10 years, instead of a bunch of presents I took my kids to an indoor water park for Christmas. I invited the rest of my family as well so we had my kids, all of my siblings and all of their grandparents. We rented a cabana and played in the water park all day. It was hands down the best Christmas I ever had and the kids didn’t give a single shit that they only got a couple very small gifts that year.

I recently picked up Diablo 2 again, that and Doom which I play off and on. I really need to find a copy of Wolfenstein now that I’m thinking about old games.

I have called my dad by his first name almost my whole life.

He called her ret*rded (don’t know if that word gets filtered) for those of you who don’t want to read the article.

Also, I’m 100% certain without any shadow of doubt that the MRI results will never see the light of day.

So everywhere to him…

I’m getting Elmer Fudd on my ass this Monday, so, um, that.

I was born in 1984 so 40 years.

“Unpaid internship”

It only makes sense that the club that’s been pushing abstinence only sex ed for however many years would move to ban birth control. After all, birth control is for sinners.

Yes