I get that this is a super problematic take, but I firmly believe that every daughter hates her mom from age 13-21.

Many years ago I lost the naming rights of my firstborn in a bet. If I have a boy I have to name him Dongshaun. If I have a girl she has to be Clydia.

One of my coworkers is a militant atheist metalhead. He’s also fully maga cult. He’s been ranting about people saying ‘happy holidays’ all week. It’s a bizarre contradiction.

I think it’s kind of irrelevant if he committed suicide or got murdered. The important thing is that it was allowed. Powerful people (cough couch Bill Barr) made the decision to end his life, one way or the other, to protect their own pedophile asses.

It ain’t the same.

Blockbuster generates 20% of its revenue through late fees. My lifestyle does make a difference! By strategically failing I am proactively participating in a concerted effort to expand this nation’s GDP.

This is my contract with America!

Warehouse in a commercial/industrial industry.

I would absolutely consider hiring somebody who walked in with a smile and a resume. Hell, I’ve hired somebody who did that. (He turned out to be a turd, but that’s beside the point.)

However, I do a job that it seems like most lemmings wouldn’t be looking for.

If anybody else is reminiscing for the Epiphat years, Dropkick Murphys new album is basically Blackout 2.0.

After Al Barr quit they were a little bit rudderless and teamed up with Woody Guthrie’s granddaughter. They released two folk albums in the last couple years, which weren’t quite my style. If you like folk punk, it’s worth a listen.

Then they released For The People. Very much so an attempt to go back to the sound that made them famous, and they did a pretty good job of it. There are a couple duds, but at the very least Who Will Stand With Us, Longshot and Vultures Circle High are solid. They even got Al to some back and do guest vocals on that last one!

I’d use myself as a counter example. I’m pretty lucky in life. I’ve got a decent job, I can pay the bills, I’ve got a wonderful wife and supportive, friendly family. I’m doing better than the vast majority of humanity.

Games of chance? Unbelievably bad. Statistical anomaly. It once took me 25+ tries to win on a 30% odds lottery ticket.

That’s because there’s nothing to thank Never The Same Color for…

The blood I could handle. The black goo mixed into it was a bit much.

I’ve seen some nasty shit cleaning men’s bathrooms. I’ve seen some incomprehensible shit cleaning women’s bathrooms.

I really want to ever be as comfortable as they are most of the time.

I still remember looking down and seeing one of the cats just being orange. To this day I don’t know what he got into.

You think he’s ever bought his own groceries?

I don’t know if it’s a symptom of getting older, but I can tell you that pretty much every time I’ve hung out with friends in the last few years the conversation eventually devolves into what we’ve been watching.

Think about somebody who has billions of dollars. More money than they could ever spend. More than their kids or grandkids or great- grandkids could ever spend. If somebody hoarded beanie babies or newspapers or anything else the way these fucks hoard money, we’d call it a mental disorder.

Now combine that with the fact that most world problems can be solved with money. Famine, disease, housing shortages, resource wars, land wars, pollution, climate change, reliance on unrenewable energy sources, etc. All of these issues can be solved (or at least mitigated) by putting money into it.

Now imagine being a person who sees these problems and all the people suffering and dying from their effects. A person who has the solution in their pocket. And their reaction is to say “gimme more!”

Yeah, that person is to blame.

On mobile at work, couldn’t be arsed to spend 30 seconds uploading from gallery.

I thought that I had rotated it, though. Just noticed that now. Whoops.