You are my favourite kind of player.

I’ve taken more damage from party members trying to get me under control than from the enemy. Now they keep me on a leash.

Someone with no butts on their butt, that’s who.

Looking up an electricity pylon’s skirt.

I’ve just reviewed your mod log and I’m pretty sure the problem is you.

Silly Evangelicals, you don’t get a say in it.

I’d prefer if Lemmy didn’t adopt the ‘divorce him/her, hit the gym, lawyer up’ rubber stamp comment.

I don’t think you read that article before posting that headline.

My wife will try to pulse light at me while I’m asleep or in another room.

I mean… this is reason to celebrate, but at the same time it’s like saying you’re giving up on blinding orphan puppies. You were doing what?

Every time another part of the world goes through Interesting Times our options for eating out get better.

I look forward to the upcoming wave of tex-mex and BBQ restaurants.

I guess some people haul their baggage with them wherever they happen to go.

The enemy’s gate is Down.

Send the author a set of photos of different people reading it, with a tally mark for every one of them.

Hot as in spicy? Yeah. I’ve made that mistake.

Yes I am. Seems to happen to me every time the season changes.

Damning the man is one thing, giving up a convenience is another.

Wait until he decides to make them the 52nd state.

I wanna see you with an electric cake mixer and a determined expression.

The autopsy saw. It’s a gleaming monstrosity of stainless steel designed to part human flesh like Moses parted the red sea. You can stack zombies as deep as you want, the saw won’t even slow down. The only thing that will stop it is the length of the mechanical arm it hangs from, because it’s unfortunately too heavy for most people to lift.