And my axe!

My spinarettes are tingling and my pedipalps are quivering in anticipation. I’ve deposited some of my sperm on my web for you, and the thought you jamming into your cephalothorax is so hot.

Me too

Is that a debit card ? What’s going on with the case? I’ve seen many vaginas but the phone - that is a mystery.

I don’t think that’s how cervixes work.

The movie is so fucking dumb. I absolutely love the avatar movies in 3d at the theatre but there’s zero reason to ever watch it at home. The movie really exists as a way to hold together wildly ambitious visual art

So. You’ll hear no argument from me on how banal the thing is. The setting, the plot, the characters. None of it does anything particularly engaging.

But holy fucking shit this movie and the one before it were breathtaking visual spectacles that I’ve not seen before or since.

Shopping at home hardware is such a weird experience. You can ask questions and the people working there actually know the answers to the questions and can point you in the right direction.

It’s weird to interact with someone that isn’t a fucking troglodyte that knows nothing about the products they’re selling.

Tangentially related: setting up hammocks in my living room was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. It’s so comfortable.

I fucking hate camping so much

But hasn’t history proven that Marx’s dream of an egalitarian utopia is unattainable, inevitably resulting in a proletariat that’s more oppressive than the bourgeoise it vilifies?

My players once used charisma and magic to basically trick/enslave some generic box to participate in everything for THE WHOLE CAMPAIGN. I kept trying to kill him and when that didn’t work I tried to make them feel bad about the situation because he had a family at home that had no idea where he was and when I finally managed to kill him they just brought him back from the dead. He was a level 4 night and they were level 18 when the campaign ended

Also. Buttholes. Everybody’s got a butthole.