There was a time in this country where people wrote movies that had stories so you cared whose ass it was and why it was farting, and I believe that time can come again!

Grindy gear

Blease Excuse My Dear Aunt Sally

They got me at work. Sharepoint, which we’ve transitioned to for everything, fights you tooth and nail every time you try to use it with another browser. I fought edge out of spite for about a year, but I’m tired dog. Wish they’d pay me instead of berating me to death.

Reminds me of this old SNL sketch