Man that’s fucking dark. I love it!

“It’s one big club, and you ain’t in it.” - G. Carlin

7x7= 49, not 47.

Dexter. I noped out after the Season 3 finale where they (John Lithgow’s psycho killer character) killed his wife. My gf kept watching, and was predictably pissed when they killed the sister in the series finale. I laughed like hell. I will not be watching the reboot.

I’m with you, prole. This is the kind of shit that starts cults. On a tangential note, I wonder how many people believe in the Great Jaguar Spirit because of Joe Rogan?

Years ago, when DS9 was still new, my uncle made a corny joke when they killed off Jadzia Dax: The Trill is Gone.

What kills me is music acts (Taylor Swift, Eagles) charging over $1000 for a ticket just to lip-sync to their audiences. Fuck that noise.

Steve Buscemi.

My younger brother, who taught himself how to play guitar, was amazed that I can whistle in tune.

Not being on my phone at work.

A broken clock is right twice a day. Fuck Brian Tyler Coen, you AIPAC paid fucking shill.

Have you ever seen the indy movie Citizen Ruth with Laura Dern? I actually knew the guy who played her meth-head boyfriend, and the fat-ass biker escort later on in the movie.

You beat me by an hour, and about 6 shots of vodka.

If God is everywhere, He’s up your ass too.

*too easy.

When they make the movie The Time Traveler’s Dino, will it be animated or CGI?

“You haven’t beeeeen?”

“And hear the lamentation of their women.”

One place I worked at was my 3rd or 4th print shop. Years ago, to save money on production costs, we would have to “gum the plates”. This involved cleaning and then “gumming” sets of used plates so they could be reused later. Once while at the plated gumming station I was gumming a set of six plates we had used to print a 6-color job. I was a helper on the six-color, but two color presses only had one man crews. One guy pipes up and tells me: “Hey, new guys have to gum all our plates.”

“Yeah? Bite me!”

“No, really!” this dickhead said.

“No, really!” I answered while grabbing my crotch in the universal gesture of disrespect.

I try like hell to avoid shopping at peak times. Before Covid, I could shop at 2am, but now I’m one of the oldsters waiting for the place to open at 7 or 8am.

I also like Antiques Roadshow, but only the American version. I don’t give two shits about your mums tea set that was signed by the Queen’s dog-wrangler that you paid 50 quid for that’s now worth 200 pounds.