And asshole is mean. A jackass is stupid. A dickhead is mean and stupid.

That’s a shamrock ☘️

Not yet. We have an event coming up where you can get a chance to name him for a couple of bucks as a fundraiser. Fingers crossed for Sheepy McSheepface!

New lamb at the mill/farm where I volunteer

There would be only one month. It’s called “Year” and has 365 days.

Hate to break it to you all, but Say It Ain’t So came out in 1994. When I was a kid (ish). 😉

Going back to real young, no one calls their ass a “heinie” anymore.

My grandfather (2nd generation polish immigrant) used to hate having to correct people on how to speak and pronounce our family name and decided to change it to something more “Americanized”. It took me a while to understand why until I spent 40 years having to correct people on the spelling and pronunciation of the Americanized version.

Then, two of my kids turned out to be genderqueer and they both chose new first names for themselves. It was them that I realized that choosing your own name is a powerful thing and you should be proud of forming your own identity. So, ignore everyone who questions choosing your own name. It is a good thing!

As for Cliff, I like it! It sounds good and it’s a name you hear a lot. Stick with it if you also like it!

I do remember this one. We called it “Cat’s Cradle”. I don’t think I ever played it, though childhood was 10,000 years ago so I may have just forgotten.

A guillotine

Ha! That got me!

Don’t like it, eat a different goddamned ghost.

Yeah! I always imagine them as grape bubblegum flavored!

The ghosts in Pac-Man

In this, we are one.

Instant win in Ticket to Ride 🚂🚃🚃🚃🚃

I would absolutely save my wife first. Now, do I actually have to save the second person?

Grew up in the Catholic Church in New Jersey, USA and we had these every year.

When I was very young, maybe 7 or 8, my parents took me to Rancocas Nature center in Westhampton, NJ. There was a jar full of tiny, rubber dinosaur figurines in bright neon colors because it was the 80s. I asked my parents if I could get one, but they said no (we had very little money). Well, the ranger manning the shop held up a little orange ankylosaurus and said if I could name it, I could keep it. Well, grade school me was like, “Game on, motherfucker! It’s my time to shine!” I wound up winning 4 of them before the ranger said he might get in trouble if we kept on going. I don’t remember what the other three were, but that neon orange ankylosaurus was my favorite toy for a very long time!

I hope that ranger is having a great life!