Darn, you got there first. Maybe I'll go make a sign that says: No primates, sauropsids, or invertebrates.

Consider me subscribed!

Um, yeah. Let's go with that. I'm definitely not the disembodied spirit of a dead and disgraced Suk doctor that betrayed his loyalty to House Atreides and his oath in order to recover his captured wife from Vladimir Harkonnen.

I would watch a 30 Rock/Star Trek spinoff. Should it be called 30 Trek or Star Rock?

Damn, you got it first. Have a begrudging kudos.

It's a boring dystopia we live in.

They're around. They're just not for us plebs. For about $700/mo you can get a subscription. Worth it? Not for me, but if I made a few times what I do now, I might start thinking about it.

Karoline Leavitt: "It had terrorist symbols all over it!"

The symbols:

"Okay, we need a name for this one, too."

"Bushtit."

[Sigh] "Fine. And this one?"

[Snickering] "Blue footed booby."

"Ugh, but why?."

"It's got blue feet."

"Whatever. How about this one?"

"Titmouse."

"I think I'm starting to see a pattern here. Is everything okay at home?"

[Bursts into tears] "No! Not since this one." [Hands other person a photo] "I call that one 'horrible shrew that ruined my life!'" [Sobbing]

[Other person holding the photo of the ex-partner]

The success of Stardew Valley and similar games are evidence of the commonality of a homestead kink. I've only dabbled in indoor plants myself, but I've heard of large, secretive communities that regularly engage in all kinds of full-on, cottage-core acts.

I don't have the hard data to support it, but I feel that females of most species disfavor receiving a tail whip to the crotch from an ankylosaurus' club.