You should see the dumps where he used to dine.

You must be my ambition. It just sits there, motionless, catatonic even.

Niether a borrower nor a lender be.

That first one is hard to argue with.

The photo looks like it could be the opening shot of many movies. A shit ton of valuable items gets misplaced for a short time, humans get involved with said valuable items in various ways, murder, mayhem, and running for their lives quickly ensues.

I would not recommend doing abstract art. It can be extremely satisfying to create new and interesting things seemingly out of nothing, but most people want to see depictions from the recognizable world. Because of this, it’s tough to sell and if no one wants to buy what you make, the stuff just accumulates and after a while, your unsold artworks can feel like a weight that you’re carrying.

The words “insects” and “mouth feel” do not belong in the same sentence.

He’s got a point…not the Kool Aid man, obviously, but the guy who made the post.

Sam Grossman, dancing, with the hairy arms and big hands, should have his own franchise.

The game was very popular, but then Tiddley Winks betting parlors began to pop up in the seemier parts of towns and cities across the country and an unwholesome element pervaded the once innocent game. Prostitution and even sodomy thrived in the back alley Tiddley Winks parlors until Elliot Ness finally shut them down for good.

Haste makes waste I always say.

While we’re at it, who needs congress or the courts?

What are you crying about, I gotta walk out of here alone?