I remember going to Dragon Con the year after this movie and there were SO many dudes dressed up as Nurse Joker, and I have to assume a fair number of them were just holding out for the opportunity and excuse to dress up as the nurse they had always wanted to.

probably brewing tea in their tank

Definitely brewing tea in their tank.

Man, fuck wild parsnip.

Hey, I got left out of things kids my age were talking about the old-fashioned way, by being a gigantic fucking dork, and it was free, goddammit!

I was deeply confused to see a bunch of Ferraris outside of some huge institution in the middle of Providence, Rhode Island. Take a high performance vehicle and put it in the most tightly packed, narrow, curvy-street urban area in America with the possible exception of Boston. Why don’t you go ahead and take a snowmobile to Hawaii, while you’re at it.

I had a quiet night to myself so I thought I’d crack open the copy of Samurai Shodown on my shelf that I’ve been staring at for a few years. I played some Shodown back in my ZSNES days, I bet I can dust off the old skills!

So anyway, three matches in and the computer has so thoroughly whipped me that I think maybe I could use a slightly more relaxing pace of game.

So I open up the copy of Metal Slug XX on my shelf that I’ve been staring at for a few years. I played some Metal Slug back in my ZSNES days, I bet I can dust off the old skills!

So anyway, a couple of levels in and the computer has so thoroughly whipped me that I decide to fall back to good ol’ Broforce. Nice relaxing Broforce…

Those Interns, they won’t let you go.

Don’t forget the multi-generational damage done to the earning potential of everyone who has gone to jail, or who is impacted by a relative going to jail!

When they gave him the job, they gave him a gun. The Deliverator never deals in cash, but someone might come after him anyway—might want his car, or his cargo. The gun is tiny, aero-styled, lightweight, the kind of a gun a fashion designer would carry; it fires teensy darts that fly at five times the velocity of an SR-71 spy plane, and when you get done using it, you have to plug it into the cigarette lighter, because it runs on electricity.

The Deliverator never pulled that gun in anger, or in fear. He pulled it once in Gila Highlands. Some punks in Gila Highlands, a fancy Burbclave, wanted themselves a delivery, and they didn’t want to pay for it. Thought they would impress the Deliverator with a baseball bat. The Deliverator took out his gun, centered its laser doohickey on that poised Louisville Slugger, fired it. The recoil was immense, as though the weapon had blown up in his hand. The middle third of the baseball bat turned into a column of burning sawdust accelerating in all directions like a bursting star. Punk ended up holding this bat handle with milky smoke pouring out the end. Stupid look on his face. Didn’t get nothing but trouble from the Deliverator.

Since then the Deliverator has kept the gun in the glove compartment and relied, instead, on a matched set of samurai swords, which have always been his weapon of choice anyhow. The punks in Gila Highlands weren’t afraid of the gun, so the Deliverator was forced to use it. But swords need no demonstrations.

–Snow Crash, Neal Stephenson

And the guy in the middle is arguably the most powerful SCP in the room. Whenever he is killed, he regenerates a new body to replace the old one, and he also might be host to some even more appalling eldritch abomination.

Hmm.

Appliances to which I’ll give space in my kitchen:

• Electric kettle: Use almost every day to make tea, coffee, or hot cocoa.

• Blender: Smoothies and daiquiris and such. Also good for liquefying ingredients for sauces.

• Slow cooker: The ingredients, plus X hours, is the entire recipe, and now I can eat for a week.

There’s only so much space on my shelves and in my cupboards, and an air fryer doesn’t make the cut.

A: This is an ad.

B: Fuck it, I want that knife. Anyone know where I can get one?

Edit: Okay, here it is.

We’d have to ask /u/dual_sport_dork if it’s even worth it’s relatively cheap price tag. I’d lay even odds that it’s not.

We are literally the anti-gun side.

Speak for yourself, comrade.

I feel like parasocial relationships are like lead: there is no healthy minimum level of exposure, only steadily increasing and accumulating toxic effects.

Literally my house

Map the tonal range of the human voice from 00000, the lowest-pitched, to 99999, the highest-pitched. Sing a note into your microphone that corresponds to your postal code.

EDIT: Make it a Base-36 range so as to allow letters A-Z when they are used in postal codes.

Can one trademark a brand and then announce that it is immediately public domain so that no one else can ever trademark it? Someone should trademark No Buy Stuff or some such phrase and do that.

“Empty”?

What are the mimics disguised as? Floorboards? Lint?