…well shit.

I had “Thunder Punch” He-man who had a little backpack that took the circle 6-shot caps. You twisted his torso & got a BANG! with the punch.

The 80’s were a time

As a cis male, I’ve exclusively been called “Hun / Hon” by waitresses and gay men.

I’ve not been offended by any of them.

I had a couple with spring loaded “crash damage”, one on the side and one on the rear. When it got hit hard enough, the panel would flip around and the car would be “dented”.

Was awesome.

We didn’t do exhaust work

I’d have looked up the blue book value of her car, doubled it, then gave that number and said “plus labor”.

… The group chat is going to hate me.

inserts ID card:

Bunny ears, Jar, Pill, Heart.

Door Opens

It pulls me into the fetal position for a good cry

Think about direction, wonder where you are because you remember dumb song lyrics and not navigation skills.

That’s actually the one I own! It’s a blast and full of little D&D references, but you don’t have to know anything about D&D to play.

Violence is the universal form of communication.

Ever played one of the “Betrayal at _________” boardgames?

If not, you should!

You can only call it a drone if it’s from the Droné region of France.

This is just a sparkling quadcopter.

You forgot about the Meth

There are various spices that go into chili that have been lost to time & grandfather’s taking recipes to the grave. I’m ok with a little experimenting, but it should taste like Chili, not “Chili”.

Also, there is a hard line in the sand at elbow noodles. That’s Goulash.

You ever had a brown sugar bourbon BBQ sauce?

Same concept with chili.

If you haven’t already had it, looks like I’ve added to your homework assignment!

Ah, yes…

All we need to keep that industry running like the good ol’ days is a massive industry of government subsidized illegal immigration of easily identified persons

Onions, mushrooms, & mustard…

Sounds like my Philly steak order

Ohhh, no… I remember last time…

Apply directly to the buttocks!