Saw this over at Borepatch. I know nothing of either Pinkie Pie or Skyrim, but if you put them both together they seem to spell weird mayhem.
When I was a kid, ditchweed pot was generally considered extreme fun. Pong cost .25 a play. Later, we invented rocks and premarital sex. Our parents thought we were going to hell for enjoying Led Zeppelin and Alice Cooper*. This would have made their heads explode.
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*I confess I never really got Alice Cooper, but it was fun to screw with my dad’s mind.
















































I’m a-thinkin’ you’ve been alone out in that desert a little too long.
There’s times that not having Flash on this machine isn’t such a bad thing! A page of search results (without clicking through) was enough to satisfy my curiosity.
I can still remember hanging around at the Tastee-Freeze throwing my quarters in the jukebox to play Alice doing “Go To Hell“. Because heads exploding! (figuratively, folks…)
Alice Cooper is such a disappointment – hob-nobbing around now with all the muckity-mucks in Phoenix. I always hoped he’d amount to something… At least there’s still Glenn Campbell – goin’ down snarling and cussing –
kicking cops in the nutsinvoluntarily kneeing a cop in the thigh!Perhaps the biggest mystery of why many of today’s youth are so outrageously twisted is, where in the world are their parents? For crying out loud, there’s a growing segment of kids blatantly glorifying a social sub-strata referred to as “rape culture.”