Heyoooooooooo!

Soul crushing. I’m incredibly good at the job but every morning, I look at my case queue and the shotgun on my shelf starts glowing purple.

I wouldn’t have been good at any other career, but maybe I could have been happy while floundering.

This fucking rules.

The Karen I grew up around nails the “karen” archetype so perfectly that when people started using the name like that, I immediately understood what they were referring to. It was uncanny.

These years later, even my boomer family all know the reference and agree, regularly point it out to our Karen.

Tasty nitrogen.

Reading so many stories like this through my life, and now all this on top of that, is relying on the lived experience of transfems to make absolutely sure I never bother with it. I would love nothing more but I’ve already got too much to worry about. I don’t need all this, too. I wouldn’t survive it.

It’s Yoshi. The “T” stands for “Tax Fraud.”

At least somebody is.

And you should see the way people lose all sense when it happens. Society is wild.

I have a buddy who learned English as a second language early in life and he has a fluent Irish accent. I’ve never been able to wrap my head around that one.

This image looks like a horror movie hostage situation.

Some of my favorite games from back in the day had a half dozen vendor intros. There were a few years where they were completely out of hand. It’s not all so bad these days.