But left isn’t a car, that’s a snail. But he’s got nerves of steel

Parrish is one of my favorites, if you like this painting check out his Garden of Allah

To use an acorn cap as a lovely day hat

Is it enough? Or will I just listen to some Johnston and have post listen clarity?

What’s that will Smith song with the a propos music video?

OH MY

Don’t know, don’t care. I’m all for it

Try not to run your face through any filters in the parking lot!

I love 19th century cat pics

One of the worst I’ve seen was “blow load, piss, shit. Pipes are clean.” I saw that in 2011

A piece like this is my goal

grabs you by the throat BACK THE FUCK OFF???

I can get behind fast zombies that are infected, I’m with you there. But I can’t suspend disbelief if a rotting corpse out of the ground can run like Usain bolt. Side note I would like to see monster stories that follow traditional folklore that isn’t well known. Werewolves can revert to human through their true love and vampires can’t be seen in mirrors only because silver was used to make mirrors but not anymore so we should be able to see vampire reflections in some mirrors. I think that would be cool if made plot relevant

I think monster should have rules. Zombies aren’t fast, there’s just so many they over take you. Dracula dies from a stake through the heart, and the Wolfman dies from a silver bullet

Thanks, c’est la vie. But I am now getting the treatment I needed probably 15 years ago

I’ve missed out on so many relationships (platonic and romantic) because I met someone in a manic episode and we hit it off super well and then the depression hits and I isolated myself. Yucky

Well, he’s not the entire creator of the show. Countless people worked on it over the years and you have to take into account how much supporting the art benefits the artist. Cosby is writing a book and a documentary; I would say supporting those ventures benefits him more than a TV from decades ago but idk. I dont think there’s a right or wrong answer

Thanks, I was quite pleased with that myself

I have no butthole, yet I must shit? Isn’t that the scifi book?

It ain’t eezy bein cheezy