They’re called Purge and Binge. I have a children’s book about them in the works, and I can’t wait for Oprah to review it.
waterman fountain pen
I prefer Lamys, Pelikans, and Parkers, but Waterman makes good pens. I have a $20 Waterman Kultur that’s a lovely writer, and their Carene is a pretty pen. For a starter pen, you could do worse than to pick up a Kultur or Phileas.
satanic train rituals
I must have missed that episode of Thomas the Tank Engine. Can you give me an Amazon link, maybe? I’d hate for Quinn to miss out on his favorite anthropomorphic locomotive sacrificing virgins under the full moon, or something.
religion of craigs list murderer
What does it matter? If he follows a religion you don’t like, you’ll say, “Ha! I knew it! Those heretics are all good-for-nothing miscreants!”…and if he follows the same religion as you, you’ll say, “Obviously, he wasn’t a true believer.”
Statues don’t have a sexual preference because they’re made of inanimate matter, you see. If you mean “gay” in that juvenile, derogatory way that seems to mean “gauche” or “uncool”, the closest thing to “gay statues” would be the bombastic kitsch put out by the Nazi artists in 1930s Germany–huge statues of perfect Germanic peoples, chiseled abs and bulging pecs. (Funny how Hitler, Goebbels, and Goering looked absolutely nothing like those ideal Germans.)
africa biggest government looters
Africa has a long tradition of thieving heads of state–people who, upon gaining office, immediately start converting their country into their personal treasury and fiefdom. That’s how Robert Mugabe’s wife Grace can go on shopping trips to Europe and buy hundreds of pairs of shoes, while Zimbabweans die of cholera and malnutrition. You can be pretty sure that once Mugabe’s gone, there’ll be someone else stepping up to claim the job of self-centered despot.
The Seax was the traditional personal weapon of my ancient ancestors, the Saxons. (They derived their name from the Seax, actually.) It was a large, single-edged knife that often had brass studs on the hilt. Tip to aspiring fantasy authors: if you want to create a believable culture, give it a signature weapon. Just about every notable culture in world history has a particular weapon that’s closely associated with it.
favorite 80s movies grosse point blank
Grosse Pointe Blank is not an Eighties movie, having been released in 1997. You may be confused because Grosse Pointe Blank stars John Cusack, who starred in a trillion movies in the 1980s, and without whom we wouldn’t have such Eighties classics as Say Anything and Better Off Dead.
The only bullpup rifles that take STANAG magazines are the British L85, FN F2000, and the Bushmaster M17. The only working bullpup rifles that take STANAG magazines are…uh…
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The term you’re looking for is brownshirts. Hitler’s SA goons were the brownshirts. Browncoats are something else entirely–duster-wearing libertarian-leaning geeks who all dream of flying around in a battered old smuggling freighter, and having sex with Kaylee or Jayne Cobb.
(Before I get hate mail from all you Browncoats: I have a brown duster, too…and yes, Jayne is totally hot.)
nh resident car purchase pay mass sales
Why in the world would a NH resident buy a car in the People’s Republic, and pay MA sales tax, when you could be giving your business to NH car dealers who will sell you that vehicle sales tax-free? (AFAIK, Vermont also doesn’t charge sales tax to NH residents who buy a car in the Green Mountain State.) If you absolutely have too much money to spend, just buy a car in NH, calculate what the sales tax in MA would have been, and then send a check to the MA People’s Secretary of Paying Your Fair Share, So Our Governor Can Keep Giving Cushy No-Work State Jobs To His Pals. (Yeah, it’s a long title. You should see the sign on his door…even the acronym looks like one of those Welsh town names.)
being a parent soon
Oh, you’re in for a fun ride, and I don’t mean that with any degree of sarcasm.
Thus begins your Monday, loyal readers. Grab that bitch by the horns and show it who’s boss, will you?