j25 in idea barrages

Ian Miles Cheong implies the existence of Ian Miles Cheeech, the most obnoxious anarcho-capitalist stoner of all time.

Some kind of combination of a Ouija board and a slide guitar. Or at least a combination of a Ouija board and a Theremin. The Great Theremin After!

There’s no king of frisbee, but there is a disc count.

What is the personnel department at a marijuana dispensary, if not H.R. Puffinstuff?

Sony keeps trying to make “Spider-Man without Spider-Man” happen, like a tween on Tumblr trying to get make their slang happen, and it is so similarly doomed to failure that it would be sad if it wasn’t so funny.

“The Friend Zone” is of course sexist gibberish but it’s also a shame they didn’t call it something actually funny like “Palbuquerque”.

Facebook Marketplace! All the danger of picking up a drifter as a hitchhiker on a highway at two in the morning, none of the fun!

The local village of Palatine Bridge could probably spin a pun on their name into having a big tourism-driving Valentines festival, except that most years, of course, February is an ice-cursed 0mess. Not this year, though! (Emperor Palpatine, also an option.)