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I am getting sick.
Fuck.
It has been determined that I can't take anyone from out of town anywhere without getting lost.
I don't think I can even call them adventures anymore. For fuck's sake.
A stir needs to be caused on the GB and I have a perfect plan.
I'm going to make a thread and call for the ass whipping of JohnnySavage. Of course he will bluster and puff up but, everyone knows I fear nothing on 4 legs much less two. I shall then issue a challenge and I will go to his city and give him an appointed place and time to show up. He won't of course because he will be cowering in fear. I will then proceed to take pictures of said appointed meeting place and even talk to some shop owners to confirm I was in fact there for the show down.
I will then place large amounts of cash in my employees bank accounts, buy them some hybrid cars and make a thread about the non-encounter. He will say he thought it was the day before and what ever.
I will declare victory.
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You will die. He uses snowbabies as weapons.
Spoken like a true Wildling. Like Ygritte in Game of Thrones.
"You know nothing, Jon Snow."
My cat has been having one hell of a week. Normally, he only has to fend off one other Tom trying to invade his domain. Lately, there has been a calico and a tabby. That fucking tabby is an evil fucker. But, my cat is Black Death and will prevail.
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Because I'm all about fact checking the interwebs: A calico can't be a tom.
I am glad she is happy with 6. I am also glad most of us do not have that many. If each pair had 6 babies Earth would be standing room only in 10 months.
One of my cats is a calico and it's a hateful little thing. 4 pounds of evil.