Bigger, hornier tigers.

They’re not looking at you, black hole… They’re looking with you!

Hate when that happens.

Do you ever look at the pavement out front of your home and think how crazy it is that it’s one colossal structure that connects to almost everyone’s house in the continent?

It was likely a permanent Sharpee marker. Hopefully it holds up. Fingers crossed that I’m able to return there as a ghost one day to watch someone unearth what they believed was a map to the family treasure.

It’s always the most insecure looking dudes who take their profile pics with sunglasses on in the front seat of their Dodge Ram, or mildly muscular/tattooed guys who have taken 50+ successive shirtless selfies, smirking in front of a mirror. It’s even funnier when you note how many times they went back through their old pics and re-posted the previous ones.

It’s been a few years but I don’t remember that at all, but I’d be interested to see if I’m bothered by it on a re-watch.

There’s a phenomenal French horror series on Netflix called Marianne that my wife and I enjoyed immensely. I don’t usually shoot for that particular brand of horror (demon/ghost), but Marianne is fucking excellent. Can’t recommend it enough.

The masses know nothing of the crunch. They’ve never even been to the crunch.

Silenced PP7.

My brother and I put a corked glass bottle down in an old defunct drainage pipe beneath my parents’ house. This pipe/canal is quite large and isn’t obstructed by the bottle, and the bottle can clearly be seen by peering into a hole in the cement of the basement storage room. Inside of that bottle is a carefully folder paper bearing on it a crude drawing of a cock and balls.

I used to be over 350 lbs. with long, thin, greasy hair and a very pale complexion. My nose isn’t long, but it’s a bit pointy. Probably had dark eye sockets if I’m being honest about my health at the time. Anyway, my friend’s brother stood in front of me when we were sitting around drunk, and said “No offense, but you look like the Penguin (from Batman) right now.” Then went on to try to make that sound less offensive by suggesting it was just the lighting or the angle or something. But I knew what he was talking about. He was absolutely right. I never felt worse about myself.

Thankfully I lost all that weight over a decade ago. Shaved my head, got healthier, grew a beard, and had what my wife calls a tremendous glow-up. But I used to be the Penguin… So you should watch out.

Good & Plenty and Mike and Ikes.

This is me any time my wife comes home and asks if I want to just order pizza.

I also want to punch MAGAs and their dorky red hats, but you don’t really get to tell them to remove them. That’s their dumb fucking choice. Not worth getting booted off a plane for. Your energy would be better spent walking past them multiple times during the flight to fart.

It might be. It’s hard to remember. Two characters are waiting on supplies somewhere and they see the headlights way off suddenly come complete stop. After a while they know something’s up and they go to investigate, and wind up finding the truck half destroyed, with the driver’s hands still gripping the wheel and the rest of his body devoured by the little zergling guys. I feel like you might get to see a flashback from the driver’s perspective too, but again, it’s been so many years.

(looked it up and this is the Pedro scene)

The scene where the truck’s headlights in the distance come to a stop in the night used to scare the absolute shit out of me as a kid. I don’t know why it was so horrifying. Left a lot to the imagination, I guess. Then you see the aftermath.

Just below:

Brianna “autistic as fuck” got me.