Whoa, whoa. How dare this uppity woman talk like that to Dr. Bradley D. D. Wentworth, PhD., an internationally renowned expert on footballogy and beeristics? His accolades include frequent beating of his wife, a penchant for racial slurs, and living in a trailer down by the river.

In a sane world this would earn you a dunce hat. In this one it will earn you a position in the gubmint.

Minor correction: it’s fuck all living things on this planet.

Planet Earth is going to be fine. And who knows, maybe some living things as well. Wouldn’t be the first time, cf. the Chicxulub Impact.

But yeah, things are looking grim for you and me.

I’m not seeing a lot of mentions of nipples here. So for me, size is pretty much secondary. Nice, prominent nipples are sure to get my attention, though.

And a healthy swig of bleach for good measure. Cheers!

Prevent predation? Seems like the orcas didn’t get the memo.

Right in the qussy.

I wasn’t aware of the existence of this tool until now, so thanks for posting this here.

The pane was moor than he could bare so he gave himself a route canal.

Spotted ze German: faul=lazy.

Mine, too! I hope Allie is doing well these days.

And still I maintain that “alot” is not a word.

I treated every undergrad paper like a dissertation. Didn’t work out all that well. My grades were excellent, though.

Ah yes, that probably showed my age right there. The Duke was the nickname of John Wayne, who died of cancer in 1979.

I learned a few years ago that the Duke is, in fact, not frozen waiting to be resuscitated. Of course I only learned this after arguing with my prof in film class about it. Classic urban legend. Now I’m worried about any other hoaxes I might have absorbed in the pre-Internet years. At least I know that the Glomar Explorer was not looking for manganese nodules.