Another day 'troopin'

Some workplaces are better than others - some days, better than others. From certain points of view. For example, you could be 'troopin' on some sweet diplomatic mission to the Beach Planet, or camped out for the night in the charred ruins of some pointless Suburban Mall Planet, toasting a dead comrade. Just a matter of luck, I suppose - gallows luck, in the scheme of things.

Disco Chicken is Now 98% Guilt Free

So Rusty says on Sunday night, whooping it up. But he'll have a different tale to tell Monday at 7:30 in the A.M. Regrets galore.

So dizzy!

Cult o' Snuggie

In the year 2020 a comet passes between the Earth and Moon, wrenching the Moon's orbit asunder, sending the Earth into an age of Sorcery and Super Science. From the ashes arose the Cult o' Snuggie, effectively warmed yet with their hands free to cast spells and hit points and what nots. What can you do, mortal, with a simple blanket?

There is indeed a better way.

Whiskey Tango Foxtrot?

It's a real product: Play-Doh cologne. Apparently, "for creative types looking for a remembrance of their youth", or some such. Words fail, though the all mighty $$$ always talks.

Redshirt Mondays

One of these Redshirts will die while performing a Lube Job - can you guess which one?

TGIF = TBIM

Science formulas for all you lay-volk:

Thesis:
The amount of excitement you engage in under the heading "Thank God It's Friday" will be inversely proportional to the amount of misery you suffer under the heading "Too Bad It's Monday".


It's a Trap, you see....