The Rt. Hon. MacKraken

did penguins sink the titanic No, penguins did not sink the Titanic.

She waiting on my Godot til I…

That doesn’t matter now. We’re talking… about One Piece.

No Kings San Jose

If Philadelphia did an Omelas situation for sports success there’d be people calling WIP like “Yo we’re going too easy on that kid. Gotta torture that kid more” whenever there’s a loss

[BLOOD OOZING OUT OF EVERY PORE] 4-0, baby, never in doubt; Go Birds

It must really suck to be an NFL coach & watch jabroni Sirianni just wreck everyone’s shit in spite of himself over and over.

“On your left.”

I was thinking specifically of row 2 column 3.

Nice. I wrote a similar program a few days ago. Watch out for what looks like an error when calculating one of the cores. (It is either a bug in this puzzle itself, or maybe input to some future puzzle?)

Does it have to do with pigs, sand, mail, etc?

I've sent my top man for the job

Everything else aside, it does warm my heart knowing this Eagles team does genuinely hate the Cowboys as much as I do.

Go Birds!

Go Birds!

Every NFL season should start with America being forced to listen to the Eagles Fight Song

Donald in the Bardo

Thunderbolt Fantasy

The 40 Year Old Salaryman's Villainess Reincarnation Slow Life With An Infinite Levelling Cheat! I'll Start A Yuri Harem As The Witch From Encarta™ MindMaze Or Die Trying! - Volume 75: Ragnarök Approaches

"There are three kinds of magic," said Wizzler, handing us each a balloon. "You can control tigers, you can shoot tornadoes from your fingers, or you can fly by holding your breath. The color of confetti inside your balloon will reveal which kind of power you have." I felt the panic rising in me. What if my confetti turned yellow, indicating that I was a Tiger-Talker? My family, a long line of proud Tornado-Fingers, would disown me. Could I ever return home, bearing such shame? I tried to calm myself as I readied the ceremonial safety pin. Green, I thought, willing my hopes into reality. Please be green. I popped the balloon, involuntarily shutting my eyes. When I opened them, would I see the green I hoped for? The yellow I feared? What if, gods forbid, the confetti were blue? I opened my eyes, seeing shock on the faces of my classmates. Wizzler himself stared at me, wide-eye. Looking down, I saw myself covered in confetti... purple confetti.

“I don’t understand,” I growled, my body trembling with pain. “I combined eighty percent Earth-elemental mana with twenty percent Fire-elemental mana (Type B), focused through a twenty-four-sided icositetragon made of yellow topaz. This, in conjunction with my blood type, star sign, sense of humor, and nickname, should have produced a blazing column of lightning to vaporize my enemies. Instead, it made a big bubble that smells like fresh laundry. Why?” Skullgrumbler began to laugh. “You fool! You don’t even realize…” he squealed. “You’re facing east!”

“It’s whatever you want,” explained Magemaster Grampledog. “Magic is just whatever you want.” I knew he was speaking in riddles, but I couldn’t grasp his hidden meaning. “So the rules are…” Grampledog lit a sliver of smokereed. “No rules. You say some words and you wave a stick and whatever you want just happens. You don’t even need the stick.” His wisdom still eluded me. I stared into his face, trying to decipher what he was really saying. “No, listen.” Grampledog snapped his fingers and his desk turned into a pile of chicken nuggets. “I didn’t even know that would happen.” His hat then came alive and began to yodel. “It’s pandemonium,” he explained. “It’s complete nonsense.”

In my experience there are three kinds of fantasy magic novels:

Vince McMahon: who’s there? show yourself!

Hulk Hogan’s ghost: *carrying many chains* IN LIFE I WAS YOUR PARTNER DUDE, THESE ARE THE 24 INCH PYTHONS I FORGED IN LIFE BROTHER

This is more Mr. Seek behavior.

Remember me, Eddie?! When I KILLED YOUR BROTHER, was I JUST? The Person? You WANTED TO SEEEE?!

New light novel series just dropped.

Mother Joan of the Angels (Matka Joanna od Aniołów) dir: Jerzy Kawalerowicz 📽️ mother Joan looking contrite in her habit asking is it my fault I am possessed by eight powerful demons?

😔

Partial credit.

Go Birds!

I showed this to my wife and we had a good cackle.

Jumped in and grabbed one! Thanks!