Anger | Page 12 | Points in Case

Tag: Anger

Unfortunately, the use of our XR line to assist in a murder of anyone is strictly prohibited.

Any path, regardless of magic type, has one result?---social isolation and perverse obsession with colorful vests.

“Are you sure Mr. Wayne needs these titanium bomb doors to his---uh, what’s this room for again?” one worker asked.

Taxi Driver. Oyoyoy. Ya know, my wife once said she wants to have sex in the backseat of a taxi. I says, “Great!” She says, “Perfect… you drive!”

You know what it looks like. It’s the same tank top I wear every time we get together to defeat an age-old evil or combat a monstrous hellion.

Flood solution? Plastic bags. Let’s collect them all and combine them into one giant, country-crossing, water-catching, plastic bag.

Here's how it works: use the app to locate the nearest stack of tires and a pole that I've dropped off all across the city. Then assemble!

Press 10 to talk to a Customer Service Representative. This is never going to happen, of course, but we all have dreams.

Delete all the photos on your social media that indicate you ever had a life before children. Replace them with a solid wall of photos of your kids.

Forcing a dork to do all your homework for you and then not even turning it in, slowly introducing the concept of nihilism into their worldview.

Hundreds of generations of humans have been sustained on some sort of bread, the same food that I shovel into my mouth with abandon at Olive Garden.

My headache thundered with every step, but we'd duel for hours with our tin-foil-covered balsa wood swords.