Thanks for the advice, mom.

You guys need to stop spamming the comments.

By the way, I took notice of the fact that you quit your job of feeding the elderly tapioca.

I care.

It was the year 799, and Galacticat is evil. He doesn't care for environmentally friendly things.

Your plane wasn't environmentally friendly, so no.

I suggest I become the next Player of the Week for constructing a prototypical airplane in CK2 and using a dog as the test subject, only to have to try it out myself and wind up mutilated. I didn't think the game would let me do that. Also, I nominate myself for my ambitious goal of centralizing my monarchy.

Snaldo is here. All is lost, although to be fair, all was never found prior to being lost. Really, we're no worse off now then we were before, and yet the threat of an impending doom still lingers. Send for salt immediately.

I am only a part of myself. 100% is not complete. Completion is well beyond what a dumb percentage may tell you.

Nothing is only a small part of everything, and everything is only a small part of nothing. Neither everything nor nothing can exist without the other. These two things, although complete opposites, are only as different as they are similar.

I applied some ointment on my pocketbook and it's lookin' pretty greatastic. I even found an extra five-dollar bill in it afterwards. Medicine heals all wounds. It also spawns free cash, but let's keep that liitle financial pro-tip between you, me, and the rest of the Internet.

It's actually impossible to have fun while paying medical bills. Medical bills are only fun if you happen to the one who receives the payments. Medicine heals the body, but hurts the pocketbook.

Do not stay frosty, not even metaphorically. In this heat, you'll just melt. Your insurance does not cover liquidation expenses, so have fun with the medical bill.

Knit your troubles away. Woth a little practice, you can knit your sorrows and griefs and every other ungood thing into lovely sweaters and caps for Winter. Winter may not be here yet, but Christmas in July is right around the corner. Stay frosty by not actually being frosty.

Win battles by not participating in them in the first place. He who spectates always wins a sweet show, unless he's watching something dumb like knitting or the Icecapades.

I sent for help only to find the movie The Help. Turns out, help only exists in the movies. Fight your own battles, except when they involve getting refunds.

The sun is also a myth. Daylight will never return, but if neither daylight nor moonlight exists, then the day doesn't or begin. We are trapped in an endless limbo. Send help at your nearest convenience.

Groups don't die. They only sleep for the night. The moon is a myth, so who knows how long it'll take until daylight returns.