Moose when he gets home to his wife and foals: You would not believe the day I’m having

Moose’s wife: * hides the divorce pinecones *

It’s so I can exchange fart jokes with my great great great great grandson via a magic USB port a la The Notebook, assuming that’s how it works, idk, never actually seen the movie.

I’m partial to a peanut butter burger, which also comes with mayonnaise and thin pickles sliced long-ways.

Thanks for the advice! Difficult controls was one of my main worries about playing such an old game, so this makes me feel a lot more comfortable. There are a lot of legendary N64 games I missed and this seems like a great place to start. Actually pretty excited!

Growing up with the GBA, I played Banjo-Kazooie: Grunty’s Revenge and loved it. I want some more of that style of gameplay, but not sure I want to head all the way back to N64 to get it.

Is Banjo-Kazooie: Nuts and Bolts a good representation of the series? Or would Yooka-Laylee be the better modern option? Or is the original Banjo-Kazooie (or its sequel) so good that I should look past the age of the game and give it a go?

Wow, these Panic! At The Disco song titles are getting really long.

Welcome to my unboxing video, make sure to like and subscribe, and watch all the way to the end because ẗ̷̟̹͔́̒h̷̥͈̤̿̈͋e̶̢̛̺̮͒̉ ̶̭͈̟̍̍c̵̗͓̓̽̾͜u̵͍̣̲͆̾ṙ̷̯̪̓̑ṣ̶̌ê̶̢̤͂ ̸̡͊͐̍ȏ̵̻f̷̧̩̿̒ ̶̖̬̭̍͑ţ̸̛̰̼͛̉ḩ̸̛̣͙ȩ̴̀͐ ̵̣̖̪̉͆̓á̴̺͎͐̀n̸̡̖͚̈́͊c̸̩͇̈́͘į̸͉̌̚ẹ̴͒ṉ̵͉̈ẗ̸̬́͑ ̷̲̎͂͐ơ̷̱̗n̵̨̲͓̈́e̸͙̱̩͋ ̶͍̑͑͠ͅḫ̸̢̟̈́͋͂ȁ̵̼̼͠s̸̖̘̝̾ ̷̼̑́̇i̸̡̟͂̒̋͜n̶̨̜̹̑̑̄f̶̹̻̟̃ḙ̷̩͜͠c̶̩͖̑t̴͓̝̞͠e̸̡̗̦̿͝d̵̬̋̊ ̴̠̈́̿y̴͎̼͊̍͌ò̷͔̽͂ǘ̴̢̜̞͒̇r̷͉̓͑̂ ̵̳͚͑́͠s̴̤͑̈́ȍ̴̝͓̽ͅu̵͉̝͒̎̔l̵̦̳̅ͅ.

Turns out the guy was named Christian Griepenkerl and he died in 1912, so… maybe waiting in line at the pearly gates, he might have gotten pulled to the side for Secondary Security Screening Selection.

listed numerous measures the force has taken against racial profiling including training, internal directives, a diversity action plan and collaboration with community groups

Have they tried firing officers who racially profile?

In other news, I just can’t seem to stop my room mate from shitting all over my bed. I have tried hosting proper toilet etiquette seminars, posting the “no bed shitting” policy in common areas, and even brought in some experts in how to not shit on your room mate’s bed. I guess I just have to make time each morning for an extra long shower.

This is all preparation for the government to force us all to attend Navel Academy, where we will be sorted into a two-tier hierarchy. At that point, you’re either innie or outie.

I mean at the end of the day, Who Gives a Fuck About an Oxford Comma?

I had to stop and explain what was wrong to my 4yo niece earlier because the Frozen II book I was reading to her had an apostrophe in “sister’s” when it was meant to be plural.