*Not from Concentrate
Strangest thing I’ve Googled today, possibly to-date:
how many potatoes do I need to power a raspberry pi?
Did you eat a dead butt?
After a conversation about Hunga-mungas with Reed.
Me “Ahh multi-bladed dick shaped throwing things”
Why are you pretending to be a dog rapping about billables?
Europa is full is Space Lobsters, everyone knows that.
Me: don’t worry boy, you can outrun them.
Michelle: what are you doing?
Me: Just talking to Jango about robots.
Michelle: I love Christmas.
Mike: No, sane people love Christmas. You replace your blood with it.
Michelle: CHRISTMAS BLOOD!
I feel like, even if you can’t directly enjoy bacon, you should be able to enjoy someone else’s enjoyment of bacon, or at least accept the enjoyment of bacon as a concept. Of course, the whole inability to accept other people’s happinesses is a completely different topic and a very large part of what’s wrong with many people.
“By the way, thanks for not being dead today.” – Random quote from Legends of Chima.
Reading over old fsb entries is making me laugh so hard it’s causing me a migraine.
If a vegetarian eats a venus fly trap, are they still a vegetarian?
Scottish Cream, because screw you Irish!
Would large pre-baked sheets of gingerbread be a suitable material for a laser cutter?
In a braindead moment, I couldn’t think of the word “sons”, and instead described male offspring as “boy daughters”.
Overheard in Winners. “If she were nice to me I would have bought a gift for her dog as well as her.”
Reed and I got onto talking about the movie Idiocracy, which lead to Brawndo having what plants crave. I have decided I need to grow a plant by only feeding it Gatorade because it has electrolytes.
Random quote from Scooby-Doo. “Instead of a story can I just blow things up?”
The existence of orbit gremlins is still widely disputed among Gremlinologists.
Dice only have 6 sides you need to proofread, and only one character per side usually. So I mean, it’s like proofreading one word.
Drywall Origami: It’s a thing, now.
I want my Mai Tais to have significantly more alcohol in them than your average baby contains.
Somewhere there’s a crossover event where Man-Bat and Man-Spider are merged into OH MY GOD IS THAT A GIANT SPIDER FLYING AT ME?!-Man
Also, prior to 1943, no one talked about boobs.
Mike: so in 2001, Texas was 100% gay.
Reed: lol, I’m sure they would be happy to hear that
(Referring to the fact that there’s an estimated 21 million homosexuals in America, which was coincidentally the population of Texas in 2001)
Wait, you had a sword the whole damn time? What was the point of the Ocean Liner club, then?