I’m not that big a fan of the “Colbert” character, but damn if that isn’t the truest thing said on that show.
I miss having a Rottie. So Fucking Much.
I will have one again, soon. Real Talk.
Oh my God, the tear at the end.
That makes it. It really does.
This is 35 seconds of Neil deGrasse Tyson dancing or: The greatest 35 seconds of your entire life.
Got an idea for a story that I’ve been kicking around since September after seeing Buckcherry in concert and the lead singer covered in tattoos:
Rasputin did not die in 1916 but instead was recruited to hunt down demons on earth and destroy them in order to finally be allowed to rest. His body is covered in tattoos, each a symbol that keeps the demon he has sent back at bay, so long as he is alive.
Basic gist of the story, still need to flesh out some details. And most important, need to actually start writing some of it down.