stop this fucking planet right now, I want off it

Don’t click here unless you have a fifth of hard liquor, a padded surface to bang your head against, and something to pummel that has no central nervous system and won’t press charges. All of which I wish I’d had handy before I clicked on it myself.

Also one of my favorite dogs (Sarge) died today so if anyone’s making a beer run to Mars or something anytime soon, please just let me ride along and then drop me off there. Thanks.

Originally published at Fire of Unknown Origin. You can comment here or there.