This reminds me of when I worked in a café years ago. We had this smug woman that would try to correct our pronunciation of French words but say them wrong herself. Croissant for her was “quasant”. Cafe au lait was “Caf ah light”. She would do that until we hired a Quebecois student from the local college who responded to her corrections with fluent French.

Seriously. Imagine having a sincere interest in anything. Cringe, amirite?

I was really interested in ttrpgs and wargmaming as a kid. My family was poor as hell, though, so buying $40+ books and $300+ Warhammer starter sets wasn’t a priority. I would try to create my own but were all proper shit. I at least had fun with process.

I discovered some used Call of Cthulhu books in an antique mall in my mid 20s and realized that I could buy all the stuff I never could get as a kid. I’m 42 now and have two full bookcases of RPGs and a whole pile of grey plastic collecting dust.

Because everyone loves dogs.

The power of Christ compelled her to swallow hog.

This is why you don’t trust a dipshit who paints everything in his home gold with public projects.

My dog shows her teeth all the time. Her lips get stuck on them.