one-time-i-dreamt:

My grandma arranged for me to marry the guy who played Hannibal Lecter in The Silence of the Lambs. I didn’t want to marry him, so I went up to my grandma and said, “you know he eats people, right?” My grandma shook her head dismissively and replied to me, “Don’t worry. I’m only using him so I can meet Jodie Foster.”

a-fragile-sort-of-anarchy:

I’m not generally someone who expects excessive politeness from employees, but why are locally owned gaming/comics/collectables shops in particular so fucking atrocious at acknowledging you? I see you looking at me out of the corner of your eye to make sure I’m paying attention to the fact that you’re ignoring me, dude. I get it. You’re so fuckin’ horny for Watchmen that you didn’t even see me walk in. Cool. Do you have dice? No? You’re going to act like I’m stupid for expecting a gaming and comics shop to sell tabletop stuff even though 90% of gaming and comics shops sell tabletop stuff? Tight. Love it, love it. I like your, uhh… Moldy Alf puppet. That’s, uhm, it’s nice. How much for this naked Spock doll that’s been scribbled on with Sharpie? Forty dollars? Huh. Well, maybe some other time. I’ll leave you and cardboard Sheldon to it, then. Sorry to have interrupted.