1 (one) discussion about McCarthy’s the Road, and how you a) so would have offed yourself and the boy long before you saw the chained up people sans limbs in the basement and 2) would have stayed in the bunker and eaten peaches and Spam and Tang until they pried all aforementioned from your cold, [...]

I love being right. When I’m right and I know it, I gloat merrily, shaking my tail feather until you’re covered in the plumes of your own wrongness. I may or may not play victorious Queen on the iPod. Then I take a picture of your hound dog face, or several hundred of them, so [...]