Woke up in a cold sweat last night when I realized I couldn't draw a bright line between a kink and extreme commitment to the bit.
Fortunato: [Looking forward to that delicious amontillado] Haha fuck yeah!!! Yes!! Fortunato: [Chained and being slowly bricked in by Montresor] Well this fucking sucks. What the fuck.
WALTER is a Man of Iron shut down for 17,000 years before he was restarted by The Eldar Corsair Fleet.
So, the new issue of SGJ's comic comes with an actual cassette soundtrack. I do not have any device capable of playing this.
Currently seeing The Midnight in KC. Audience is a huge pack of nerds in their 40s wearing their most outrageous retro future garb, like a synthwave renfest. I should have dressed SUBSTANTIALLY weirder.
Them: Shake what your momma gave you! Me: *shakes trauma*
And the moral of this story is that I get stupid around damsels in distress even in my sleep.
My rational mind is telling me "Wyz, absolutely do not help this chick, she's going to kill you when you let her out at night because you are made of tasty blood." But I was like "that's a problem for future me, I've got all day to figure it out."
the sun is coming up, you missed it because the fog is attenuating the sunlight and making it blend with the arc sodium lights. So she's panicking and there's first degree burns slowly forming on her skin. I tell her to get in the trunk of my car and I'll let her out after sundown.