Narf the Mouse

What if all your base are belong to you, but you've left all your trebles behind?

Battlecat is hanging off of He-Man, who is hanging off of Peter Pan, as they fly over the sea to rescue Thundarr the Barbarian.
 
He-Man calls up "Anything I should do?"
 
Peter Pen yells back down...
 
 

Battlecat is hanging off of He-Man, who is hanging off of Peter Pan, as they fly over the sea to rescue Thundarr the Barbarian.
 
He-Man calls up "Anything I should do?"
 
Peter Pen yells back down...
 
 

Time flies like an arrow, but fruit flies like a banana.

For those of my generation who do not use and cannot comprehend why Facebook exists:
 
I am trying to make friends outside of Facebook while applying the same principles. Therefore, every day I walk down the street and tell passersby what I have eaten, how I feel at the moment, what I have done the night before, what I will do later, and with whom.
 
I give them pictures of my family, my dog, and of me gardening, taking things apart in the garage, watering the lawn, standing in front of landmarks, driving around town, having lunch, and doing what anybody and everybody does every day. I also listen to their conversations, give them the "thumbs up" and tell them I like them.
 
And it works just like Facebook. 
 
I already have four people following me: two police officers, a private investigator, and a psychiatrist.

I actually did watch that one. I was impressed with the ability to self-analyze. But then it ruined CinemaSins for me.

Actually, CinemaSins is a lot funnier once you've watched their "Everything Wrong With CinemaSins".

...Watch less CInemaSins, everyone.

Having read a number of accounts of people starting starting new things, that's common. Your brain doesn't have the security of the old, and is still finding the security of the new. But the brain is more plastic than often thought; just a matter of finding the new patterns.

A goat, the dictator of Latveria, and two cymbals fell down some stairs.
 
The headlines read...
 
 

A goat, the dictator of Latveria, and two cymbals fell down some stairs.
 
The headlines read...
 
 

Cold, man, cold...

Cold, man, cold...

Doctor who can participate in non-linear joke-telling.
 
 
 
Edit: I got it from a fanfic.

Doctor who can participate in non-linear joke-telling.
 
 
 
Edit: I got it from a fanfic.

Doctor who can participate in non-linear joke-telling.
 
 
 
Edit: I got it from a fanfic.

"Haikus are easy
But sometimes they don't make sense
Refrigerator."
 
Someones' profile on fanfiction.net

The Dungeon Crawl Preparedness Test: http://tomorrowlands.org/misc/dungeon.txt

"Haikus are easy
But sometimes they don't make sense
Refrigerator."
 
Someones' profile on fanfiction.net

"Haikus are easy
But sometimes they don't make sense
Refrigerator."
 
Someones' profile on fanfiction.net

"Haikus are easy
But sometimes they don't make sense
Refrigerator."
 
Someones' profile on fanfiction.net

An Imperial Stormtrooper and a Starfleet Redshirt are locked together in a room.
 
The Stormtrooper fires at the Redshirt, but misses.
 
The Redshirt dies anyway. 

I poured root beer into a square cup. Now it's just beer.

If you've never heard of "This Hour Has 22 Minutes", then you've never heard of "This Hour Has 22 Minutes."
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mVoqiigRVgs&list=UU5ULw1HdWcHLjstFrUgoMTQ