I like the Escher-inpired painting placements, too.

The backwards feet and dough-kneading of her knee juxtaposed with the Escheresque dock and misplaced ripple are a paragon of paradox. Confusion meets solemnity. The dress is a cage. Menudo.

More people need to know about the Pipe Strip.

And even then, you need to ask if it contains egg.

Words brought into English can use English pluralisations, so you’re not wrong if you say octopuses. I think Grammar Girl had a take on this maybe 7 or even 8 years ago by now. These days, I can’t see myself getting worked up about it for the sheer fun of being pedantic like I used to.

Drill Sergeant: JESUS H. CHRIST. WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?

Pvt. Pyle: SIR, A JELLY DONUT, SIR, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!

You can’t treat social problems with a chemical.

Trinitrotoluene?

reinstalls

It is funny every time and I’m tired of pretending it’s not.