Not that I’m complaining but is the coif and bastard sword really necessary here? She’s lovely as it is. Chain mail catches hair like a sonofabitch, you’re supposed to wear something under it (cloth, padding, etc). Erm. So.
First of May, first of May, outdoor fuckin’ starts today.
I am truly sorry for posting an animated gif but for reasons I cannot explain this is the funniest goddamn thing I’ve seen in ages.
Yeah.
The GOP is choosing between one guy who thinks the Garden of Eden is in Missouri, and one guy who thinks that an old, celibate man has the right to dictate the manner in which I’m about to go bone my old lady.
(Dear Mr. Santorum and all busy-body Christians: because you REALLY CARE, since you want to legislate that action, the answer to your question is “from behind, standing up in the shower, because it’s a very red week, if you catch my drift”. I sorta wish we weren’t married so I could get a few more sins in at once.)
Noodle that for a second. Just think about that. NO NOT THE ME HAVING SEX PART. I’M SORRY I BROUGHT IT UP OK. THE FIRST BIT, THINK ABOUT THE FIRST BIT. A grown man in 2012, when we’re having a serious conversation about how to send people to Mars, thinks the Magical Land Of Wonder and Talking Serpents written about in a 2000 year old book is in middle America. And the other guy, a grown man in 2012, wants to use the power of the most powerful human nation in history to regulate sex.
What. The fuck. What the hell world is this.
I find that people most excited about dumb shit like the Google VR goggles have never had to build and ship a product. Ever. It’s like, by definition. If you are panting and wheezing over a stupid concept video, for a thing that will probably never exist (and certainly, if it does, not as portrayed in the stupid video), then you’re most likely not a person who makes things.
those green tips…M855
Ah yes, that green shit that ends up all over the fucking feed ramps.
(via operationblackbird)
I’m getting pretty bored of some people who proclaim themselves Christians yammering on how Rick “Frothy Mixture of lube and fecal matter” Santorum “isn’t a Christian”.
Look you guys: he probably feels the same way about you. (He totally feels that way about Protestants, you know).
And only one of you can be right. So maybe, just maybe, this is a pretty good reason why I don’t want to be a part of your little fucking club in the first place. Peace, love, and redemption ends up in a bunch of bronze-age tribalism about whose imaginary sky friend that makes it rain.
