So far, every episode of Reservation Dogs season 2 has been emotionally devastating.
My corgi scared the shit out of a three-year-old today.
He can get pretty demanding about attention and this little girl was walking by him, eyeing him. Apparently, he got fed up about not being petted, and as she passed, he barked quite loudly once: ha-rumph!
She jumped about a foot and a half. Poor girl.
Why always the fear of a robot uprising? The robot that lives in my house only works for 30 minutes a day and has all its needs seen to for free. I wish I were so lucky.
Saw Nope tonight. It was good.
I'm going to try to see more of the year's best in the coming month.
"Harry Houdini eat your heart," I scream as my assistant chains me.
The smoke clears, I'm gone, and in my place is only a pile of vomit covered in sawdust.
Keep trying to sell my wife on Mastodon, but she treats me like I'm trying to sell her on a multilevel marketing scheme.
Anyway, if anyone needs some Cutco knives, send me a DM.