Ugh, don’t get me started on roommates.

Like, once, they got all paranoid about some supernatural nonsense and poured all this salt on the hallway floor, like in a big stupid circle. Right outside of my door.

Total pain in the ass. Like, I refuse to go out there until they clean that shit up. I physically won’t. I don’t care how long it takes or how hungry I get.

Though I can’t remember the last time I felt hunger…hmmm…

Hank Hill voice:

“Just look at it, Bobby. It’s got-dang beautiful, I tell ya h’wat.”

Far and away, the best aspect of my life.

YES! Now I can finally…

Wait. No. NO!

Shit, I still had Reflect cast on me from last round.

COME BACK! WAIT! NOOOOOO!

Right? Look at Moneybags over here with their 11-minute Shangri-la! Oooooo.

cries in poverty

Ah, yes. The Spike Spiegel wing.

Edit: Where are my manners? Let’s throw Vash the Stampede in there too. Not enough love for Trigun these days.

As a lefty and a lifelong Zelda fanboy, I will never forgive Nintendo for taking away our best representative.

Onward, men! Full sails to the horizon! On my oath, we’ll make it to Ikeland by morning!

Oh, there will be Ikes as far as the eye can see, I tell you! Tall Ikes, short Ikes, God-fearing Ikes! Our coffers will overflow with the abundance of Ikes!

You who would doubt me, who would claim the impossibility of such a paradise, you cowards who hide from ambition and surround yourselves with the petty offerings of Steve Island or David Cove, why you would not know how to handle the Ikes of Ikeland!

But I am a man of greater mettle, and I will know this new land.

Raise the anchor. The Ikes await.

This may be the saddest a comment has ever made me.

My dumb nerd brain autocorrected that to Jean Grey and was very confused and curious for a hot second.

The caption backfired and I’m now recalling heartbreaking Futurama memories.

Captain Jack is a fartface–barrrrffff…

Have you seen what’s down there? It’s terrifying.

You don’t have to tell me. Deep down at the bottom of the ocean? The whole place is crawling with…capitalists.

Yeah, yeah. I know. Andrew Ryan gave us all the big, shiny speech, “sweat of your brow” and all that, but what’s he got down there now? Just a buncha junkies and opportunists running guns and peeling off all of that pretty art deco veneer.

Thanks but no thanks, Ryan.

We can only hope it will take us far away from that mucky-muck, man.

Dude, c’mon guys…

Can we not immediately sexually objectify any woman who happens to appear in an online photograph or video?

I thought we left that kind of gross, adolescent shit back on Reddit.

Hakuna oblongata.

I really like that the dinosaur is labeled and defined in that diagram.