The Shakedown.
Give us your lunch money, nerd!
The Shakedown.
Give us your lunch money, nerd!


I think the Publishers’ cabal should settle on a standard for which way the text reads on spines.
Omnomnomnom. Tasty PFAS!
You’d better call me or any other local scavengers to come finish the natural course of things.
Fighter of the nightmon?


What about have fun and always be yourself (a WASPy man)?


And as humans are the most significant vector of disease in most of our lives…
I want a bar shampoo, because less plastic (hopefully). Any recommendations?


Training for zero-g prostate exams?


How apt that they’re both making a comeback…


Skin Killer. If your partner’s still around after that intoduction, maybe you shouldn’t be.


What necromancy did you pull to get the Lincoln administration to podcast?


I like referring to all as boss or chief.


Eyyy! Also drive a camry! But I wanna drive a GitS Tachikoma. They look fun.
Not to make light of your trauma, but that cat must be a biggun. Pics please!
Open secret, hiding in your spice aisle.
Sign reads “covered in part by UnitedHealthCare”
Clearly you haven’t been in the Marines. Gay chicken ends when either party admits defeat, or in the hospital from old age after many, many years of happy marriage.