
What was the acetylene torch for, anyway?

What was the acetylene torch for, anyway?

I don’t know why Meredith keeps asking me for help. I am not a helpful individual.

“On the other hand.” Get it? God, I kill me (assuming Meredith doesn’t first, anyway).

Ninja Steve is not careful when eating treats from someone’s hand.

Playing fridge Tetris would be fine if we just didn’t lose so many leftovers to it.

I’m just as surprised as you are that I’ve lived as long as I have with my attitude towards food.

Apparently Amazon sells tiny houses now. But where would you have them delivered to?

Teaching often feels this way.

Man, remember the Dead or Alive fighting game, and it’s “jiggle physics?” It was titillating (which is a single entendre here, I think) for about five minutes when I was 15 or so, then I wanted to turn the damn effect off because it was just off-putting. As the Wife said of the anime we watched five minutes of (and then turned off because it was weird and kinda gross with the whole sexualized high school girls thing), boobs don’t bounce and jiggle like that every time a woman does anything.
Perhaps…perhaps anime isn’t the bastion of anatomy and physics we were led to believe?