Better person than I am. Opening the jar by shattering it in the sink would be my course.

Seems to work fine on Voyager…

Isn’t the wicking property supposed to come into why the rag’s stuffed in there? To help light and keep the rag from going out?

I’m down, but will not be partaking. Folks tend to be too acrid for my tastes.

The argument being: if it wasn’t a slotted screw before, it is now?

I think a Desert Eagle might be a bit much for one Santa. Not that I’m complaining (that’d be unwise)

Maybe my eyes are fucked, but it just looks like a purple hyperlink to me…

Everyone leaves. These lucky few leave wiser for the encounter.

An ‘-ism’. Specifically anarcho-capitalism.

The world’s biggest car is a VW? They’re so little though! (I know how you meant it)

A responsible mistress, neutering the wastrel.

And before that, caravans

As a novice to birding, Imma need those references!

Is self-love a body part? No?

Then tiddies.

I always wonder what they think ‘fascist’ means that ‘good husband, father’ would negate that.

Humans have divorced themselves from nature and as penance should stay only in their cities away from it.

Not yet! That’s his final practical.

Time to put the phobos in transphobes.

Based on what text I can make out and the setting, I came away with ‘saline nasal spray’.

Still doesn’t answer much.

The ol’ fake dustcover trick might help for reading unsavory literature on the sly… but all our love to you!