"You sicken me," I growl into the mirror, in a farrago of creative and psychic self-doubt. "Are you even ready for some football"
— Degenerate Gandhi (@Bro_Pair) August 1, 2014
THE YEAR IS 2016. FACEBOOK DOWN FOR TWO YEARS NOW. AMERICA'S NEW MOMS ROAM THE STREETS. IS MY BABY PRETTY? THEY SAY. PLEASE LIKE MY BABY.
— Mark Agee (@MarkAgee) August 1, 2014
Pandora has spoiled me. Five seconds into any conversation and I'm looking for the thumbs-down button.
— Tim Siedell (@badbanana) August 1, 2014
Some people call me the Space Cowboy. A few. Not many. …OK, only me. I call MYSELF "The Space Cowboy." Would you? Too? "No?" OK.
— Bill Corbett (@BillCorbett) August 1, 2014
The girls met a feral cat on the patio and fed it bacon. Now they want it to go away. Bacon does not make things go away.
— Popehat (@Popehat) August 3, 2014