The dude they send out to remove my fancy new rainbow sparkle camera faceplate, how much you suppose they pay him per hour? I bet I can make them send him out here at least a dozen times on a single $15 roll of PLA, and I (probably) wouldn't catch charges if they caught me with it.
False. Lego tires are tiny. No way they made the largest one in the world.
I still have the keys to my first car. Car is long gone, passed down to each of my siblings and eventually donated to some local charity I think, gotta be at least 20 years ago. Somehow I ended up with a set of the original keys and they've managed to follow me around ever since. At this point I fully intend to keep them till I die, because why the hell not?
They really should have used a prime number. 7 would have been a lot safer for everyone.
Aww geez I hope not.
This is the Internet, I'm legally prohibited from lying. Soapy tiddies promised, soapy tiddies delivered.
I'm still not entirely sure what actually happened in this arc, but I do know that I'm disappointed that Oglaf and Moomin won't be posting their numbered comics in sync anymore.
Ask for a Big Mac.
Forbidden throw pillow.
I always kinda wanted to order a bunch of these things from eBay, and play Monopoly with real devalued currency, just for the hell of it.
NFG was a pretty decent chunk of my life's soundtrack for awhile back in the day. I haven't listened to them quite as much in recent years, but I've always given every new album a spin or three, I still sing along every time a song shuffles in, and I've just sort of always liked them in that "comfort food" kind of way. This kinda hit me a little harder than I would have expected, I guess. Fuck cancer. RIP Chad. It's better where you're going anyway.



