Give 'em hell, boys.

On my mama

I finally found a job that doesn’t make me completely miserable and pays fairly well, and it only took me until I was 34.

Wrong on both counts, friendo.

Smoke em if ya got em, kiddo.

Honestly, I have no idea how tennis works.

Give me like 30 solid years to practice and I’m confident that I could narrowly snatch one point away from an elderly Serena Williams.

Below knee.

The word “panacea” is so cool.

Who better to answer this question than TheFeatureCreature?

A lovely sentiment, but unfortunately it has no basis in point of fact reality.

Goddamn, I hope it doesn’t get worse that it is right now.

I’m arguably even more unhappy at home.

I’m not capable of providing value to anyone. Not my kids, not my soon-to-be ex wife, not my employer. I’m nothing but a drain on everyone in my life and when I die, I will do it penniless and alone.

There’s more to this story that she isn’t telling you.

Oh, go lick a boot, dweeb.

The skin will eventually turn blue as well, once they die from the entirety preventable diseases that they refuse to vaccinate for.

I hate being pigeonholed into being the Dragonborn. I’m a Bosmer, for fucks sake.

I’ve never related so completely to anything before.