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One of the little details I really liked was the line about travelling 180 days across the "salt flats", thinking wtf where could possibly take 160 days on a bike before hitting the sea before I realised what the salt flats were.

Yeah, the world of Mad Max is fucked. Even beyond what nuclear war usually implies.

Note: may also work on 4channers.

A lot of them are millennials...

I feel like there's a law agianst it though.

I dunno, GG Allin once promised to kill himself on stage at one of his shows on a specific date. You could say that was effectively selling tickets to a suicide. I mean, he was in prison at the time, so he didn't do it, and in any case it probably doesn't matter if it's illegal or not because it's GG Allin, but there is sorta precedent.

I just shat my pance.

SHAT MY PANCE!

Guess who's back? Back again?
Roger's back, tell a friend.
Guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back, guess who's back...

(TGRR)
Dok created a monster, cause nobody wants to
See SCIENCE! no more, they want Holy, he's chopped liver.
Well if you want Holy, this is what we'll give ya,
A little bit of PILLZ mixed with some hard liquor
Some benzos that'll brainfart my art quicker than the
Schlock when I get locked at the hospital by the Doktor when I'm not cooperating
Then I'm knocking the coffin while he's operating (hey!)
You waited this long now start crusading 'cause I'm back,
I'm on the rack and Gospel-braying
I know you talk about "Bob," Ms. Haywire, but your wallet's Slack problem's Holy Fire.
So the FB scene won't let me preach or let me be me so let me see
They tried to shut me down, Disco '13, but it feels un-Holy without me
So come on, bourbon on your lips, fuck that,
Blow out your shit, get hair on your tits and get ready 'cause this shit's about to get heavy
I just howled from the rooftops:
FUCK YOU LILLY!

Now this looks like my century so everybody just screech at me
'Cause we need a little less heresy,
'Cause it feels un-Holy without me

Now this looks like my century so everybody just screech at me
'Cause we need a little less heresy,
'Cause it feels un-Holy without me

I decided to end the great pie/cake debate by defining it away.

A pie is a cake is a burger is a sandwich is...something.  Problem solved.

Apart from what colour the picture of it is.

Even so, pie is still superior to cake.

Lasagna is a sammish!

Lasagna is not hand held.

Neither is a "hot" sandwich.

See now this is more a matter of personal endurance.

Which brings up a fine point. If a person cannot hold the sandwich for some reason has it ceased to be a sandwich for them? Like if you have no arms, as an extreme illustration, do sandwiches cease to be?

Hot sandwiches aren't literally hot, they're covered in gravy.
Though the gravy itself is usually hot.

Lasagna is a sammish!

Lasagna is not hand held.

Neither is a "hot" sandwich.

I've often thought the Japanese Red Army would have been much better with the presence of tanks and harmonized singing.

Waifus...not so much.

I mean, that's just because you're waifu a shit.

Best Trump apologist of the week:

Yeah, he sucks, but he has the jobs and we need to stop the bleeding.

This was some mullet-wearing freak in Mobile talking to Navkat.

Hahaha, what?

I have a lot more terrible Nazi puns.  Many.  If I told my Nazi puns back to back, I would have a comedy sketch that would last for a thousand years.

I see what you did there.

My girlie's birthday present from her step-mom:

Radical.

Amazon is successfully dicking over everyone lately.  You don't even have to work for them or order from them to have to suffer with their bullshit any longer.

Related: http://onion.com/1hoQ28G

[I shouldn't ask people any questions]

If the discussion is on a subject where the less privileged has more direct experience, I agree whole-heartedly, because there's more direct knowledge there.  Much in the same way that I would allow a professor of particle physics to lead a conversation about quarks, but I would let a neurobiologist lead a conversation about dendrites.  Let the people who know, talk.


However,

I was also told that I shouldn't ask people any questions, and that instead I should show up to discussions having read the correct blogs ahead of time and decided on an opinion someone else had arrived on. This too is no exaggeration.

That's not a discussion.  That's social signaling, and fart-huffing.

Yeah, and I agree with your position there. But I wasn't paraphrasing when I said I was told I didn't have the right to think critically. When you talk to said professor, you're allowed to make guesses and cobble together clumsy analogies, and the professor will tell you which things you're right about and which you're wrong about, and in which sense, rather than telling you it was forbidden to do so in the first place. A professor of particle physics will try to stimulate your thought process. This particular individual(though not necessarily representative of anyone else) openly stated her intention to stifle it. It's depressing as hell.

[OH GOD WHY DID I EAT ORANGES? I DIDN'T LISTEN.]

I'm really nervous so I ate some oranges for breakfast.

OH GOD WHY DID I EAT ORANGES? I DIDN'T LISTEN.

Do I hear the impending onslaught of a MOTHERFUCKING
ORANGE
EATING
CONTEST?