Ow, my teeth.

Especially if you could take a bite and they’d just grow back like a Laffy Taffy dispenser.

I’d break them all up into a grid of like…100 miles, squared. Those are the new country boundaries, the rest is up to the people within the boundaries to decide. There are now a shitload of countries. Good luck, everybody.

That would be a hit yoga/mommy/recipe blog.

Rawr, exotic.

You could spell it Caesar Micropenus.

Ranch Atheist, here. We might be cousins!

Damn, what a stud name.

Literally the other half of The Bacon Brothers!? That’s who you meant, right? Kevin Bacon, the singer? Well, he didn’t become famous alone.

Guga’s got me wanting a charcoal grill ASAP.

Also, biologically modern humans are much older than Niagara Falls.

To be fair, that’s only about 140 years.

Meanwhile you’re completely ignoring Michael.

The good news is it’s all melting! Antarctica can be free!

What about other rabbits’ poop?

So don’t stare at people at the urinal next to you and they won’t react defensively.

Mine is known as The Great Depression.

What would be a “real strategy” game? Poker? Craps? Blackjack is the only one I ever felt “good enough” at to play for money.

The dog had a gun, what was I supposed to do!?

If anybody cares in the future, I think Biden will have a renaissance like Carter, as people realize he was trying to do a lot of good stuff, put a lot of good people in place, etc…

It just wasn’t enough, wasn’t right for that moment, etc… etc… and arguably helped give us Trump again, though I think that was likely coming regardless.

The dog is a dog. Not a person, nor a storage box. It’s a dog. That just happens to also have a gun. His choice not mine.