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If I remember correctly, some of them would give out books of matches for free if you pressed a button. They were an important resource for GenX children up to no good.

Bland wafer Catholic checking in. You would think ritual cannibalism would be a bit spicier.

So would the character have to carry two sets of gear and change with each personality switch? Would the warlock even have the strength to haul around a paladin’s armor and sword?

On edit: And how about changes during combat? Even with a bag of holding, the paladin would have to either fight without armor and a proper weapon or fall back and equip. The warlock would be immobile until he could drop the paladin gear. In either case, they’re dropping loot on personality changes during battle. Disclaimer: I’m going off old-school Baldur’s Gate and I’ve never played table-top, so I could be completely wrong about all of this.

GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER, BLUE!

When I was in grad school in Buffalo, I lived near the giraffe pens of the Buffalo Zoo on Amherst Street (if you’re familiar with Buffalo, you know exactly where this is). I used to park across the street from my apartment in Delaware Park, right near the zoo. One morning, I go to my car to go to work, and there’s a peacock. Not in the zoo, but just hanging out in the park. As soon as I got to work that morning, I called the zoo, thinking I’d be a hero for reporting a wild animal escape, and they were like, “Oh, yeah, thanks. He’s been getting out a lot because there’s a truck over there he likes. We’ll send someone out this afternoon to get him.”

I learned 3 things:

1. Peacock escapes are not uncommon.
2. Peacocks like trucks.
3. Peacock escapes do not require immediate action, in fact, if reported first thing in the morning, somebody might get around to retrieving him in the afternoon.

I see the dilemma here. On the one hand, it’s a very important moment in his relationship with his son. On the other hand, tacos.

He looks a lot like one of our boys. He’s a distinguished, older gentleman.

As tempting as that sounds, they are dangerous. They’re BB-sized and strong, so they can puncture intestines if ingested by pets, toddlers, or even a 13-year old lacking the common sense of a pet or a toddler.

I still have a set of BuckyBalls that I bought before the ban. They’re kind of a cool toy to fidget with, but I understand why they’re banned.

And Jim Banks isn’t even the dumbest Republican in the Senate. That honor goes to Tommy Tuberville, hands down.

I can already feel the broken wrist I could get from this post.

No problem! I can just kill the process in the…shit.

Maybe it’s just me. Years ago, my friends and I would meet at Buffalo Wild Wings for a weekly trivia night, and somebody would play it several times a night every week. Enough that it has led to a lifelong aversion to that song in particular and Meat Loaf in general.

Paradise by the Dashboard Light gives you a lot of bang for your buck. I’m not sure if it’s 20 minutes long or if it just seems that way.

Trophies are weird. You work your ass off to be the best bowler, pickle ball player, or ball gargler and then they’re like, “Awesome! Here’s a big, cheap, ugly piece of shit to dust once a week.”

When we had our birds I used to say that food didn’t turn bad in our house, it just slowly turned into chicken food. In your house it turns into Dad’s dinner.

Anon used to be all over this shit. It’s good to see hacktivism again.

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