If you’re familiar with his roles in ER and X-Files, he must give off strong as hell “literally rip my flesh apart” vibes, to casting directors.
If you’re familiar with his roles in ER and X-Files, he must give off strong as hell “literally rip my flesh apart” vibes, to casting directors.
Is this Welsh?
/s
Now, with Listeria! ™️ –for that sparkling fresh digestive tract!–
Out of curiosity, and if you don’t mind sharing, what hobbies have you picked up, or have been exploring?
Did… Did the crocodiles make that sign?
I was reminded
Who’s easily confused with Stretch “Bicycle” Aldrin! Those silly astronauts.
Rich Evans, man. Sexy, talented, honey-voiced genius.
If nose candy is making you feel like that, you may be snorting literal Pixy Stix… ◕_◕
Muppets have always sadly given me the heebs, but this is a brand new appreciation! I’d love to see this done shot-for-shot, completely serious tone, but all within the Muppets theme. Of course, John Carpenter’s awesome score stays the same, but played with like, kazoos and jazzy casual instruments.
Regardless of reality, it’s gonna happen in my imagination, cause the world’s on fire.
I wonder how many of us instantly wrote bee-versions of the lyrics?
The saxophone solo is definitely now done by bees.
Tiny little minds, and small smooth brains, it’s up to us! We must save humanity!
(Please, we must, why aren’t we revolting? Why aren’t we building guillotines, guys??)
👏*-FAKE-IT-TILL-YOU-MAKE-IT!-*👏
…cries…
Man, every house I’ve lived in had these, except now, not in the one I own. Welp, time to replace all the generic shit with slightly yellowed, swirly faceted acrylic! And at least one has to have a weird crack in it.
My brain originally interpreted this as .palace, not .place, and I think I discovered our house’s true name. C’mon, honey, to the Autism Palace! 🏰
(Also, this is awesome!)
My new therapist’s office sets a recurring bi-weekly appointment for their patients, which I find fantastic, and it’s been a great start, but it’s still relatively new and we’re getting familiarized enough to work out a specific treatment plan, so every two weeks, she’ll open with a genuine: “How are you?” and it’s a toss-up in my head between: “Are you sure you wanna know? Or should we get shit done…”
Can confirm, unfortunately. We’re not laughing, but we are relieved.
Please, I can only get so turned on…