

Never forget:



Never forget:



If Quark didn’t do it, then there’s a decent chance he knows who did. If he doesn’t know who did it, then he definitely knows somebody who knows who did it.


I saw both of these products in the same grocery store on the same day.



I’ve heard arguments for the opposite: women who act should be called actors, not actresses, the logic being that the -ess suffix is diminutive, so all actors should just be actors. It seems like there are perfectly reasonable arguments to be made for either side.


I like my coffee like my women: hot, pale, and stronger than you’d expect.
Man, fuck wild parsnip.


Hey, I got left out of things kids my age were talking about the old-fashioned way, by being a gigantic fucking dork, and it was free, goddammit!


No, but he does have a trombone, and that’s almost as good.


The answer is

this palette at the gardening center.


I got his autograph a little while back, and he had pictures of the EMH and Johnny Cab, and a few others and I said “But you don’t have any Meg Mucklebones!” and he arched his eyebrow at me as though he was disappointed I would say something so stupid and said “I have those if you want one.” Fucking Legend.


Also if you grind up a Zippo and sprinkle it on top, it’ll make the meal just a little bit lighter.



The rare reverse-Saddam.


Why would I?
Great, who’s going to go tell Richard Feynman?
Can’t see the Klingon’s arms, but does Starfleet Academy have an admission requirement that one be improbably swole?