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Happy First Night of Hanukkah, from your ol' pal, Heston! May it be full of merriment, candles, exotic breads, undeniably Jewish fish, and foreign headwear! Chag Sameach, you filthy animals!


Happy Birthday, Kevin and Sam! Hope it was a day of revelry for you both, full of gaiety and frivolity! Possibly nudity, depending on how y'all like to roll on your days of birth.


Happiest of Birthdays to an absolute sweetheart and force for positivity, Chris Moyse! I hope your day is filled with joy and revelry, peace and contentment, and cake (if you want cake; if not, something equally delicious). You're a precious gem, Chris!


Alright Dtoid, ol' man Heston needs your help with a PS4 issue. Since last night, I haven't been able to get it to recognize certain games. Starting today, it's progressed to the point of not recognizing any. Further details inside.


It’s go time: gonna get greasy-deep in a shoggoth. Gonna fondle those supple contours, plumb the aphotic depths into the mushy, goo-slicked core of forbidden sensual & eldritch delights. Rolling for sixes and nines, mmmmfff.


Had that dream again in which Radar from MASH moves in with me, but he has the body of a rotisserie chicken and only speaks in Latin chants and he keeps leaving his dirty towels on the bathroom floor but they're covered with chicken grease. End it, God.


Happy Birthday to a brother, a violent & hirsute lover, a convicted animal shelter arsonist, a hot air balloon adventurer, an amateur Ron Jeremy impersonator, a chanteuse, and one of 5 people with immunity to scabies. Love ya Mike, truly. Fuck this dog.


While it isn’t ideal to not have a permanent home, there is real satisfaction in being able to load all your shit into your car and take off in 20 minutes to new horizons; like some kind of Heston Hobo or Gunnery Gypsy. Part to me, yon seas: I roam.


My phone didn’t ring once while they were casting this Mario shindig. Not. Fucking. Once. What the hell, Nintendo. I bring class, charisma, and undeniable sexual magnetism to any project I’m involved with. You’ll rue this; you’ll ALL rue this.


Harpy Borjday to Ravenclaw, a swell and sweet fella who deserves the best things in life. On that note, I wrote and will now perform this original piece, in honor of your special day. Mazel tov and l’chaim!


Ol’ Heston plays & enjoys video games (it’s true!), but it’s been a while since his frugal (some say miserly) ass has bought one. Battle Brothers, Switch. Any thoughts on it? Kisses? Bonerjams? Is that you, Pop-pop? Stay away from my berry preserves


Y'all need to stop getting older. Honky Bartday, Chrono! Kiss Jesus for me when you see him!


I'd like to sincerely thank y'all for the Birthday wishes today, from the bottom of my Heston heart. Dtoid has been a home to me for years now, and y'all are an online family. I treasure this place and you folks. So, again, thank you all. XoXo, Heston


Happiest of Birthdays to TheIntern! You've always been a cool and chill dude in every interaction we've had, with a great sense of humor. I hope this day finds you blessed to the tits, cranked to the nines with joy, and gleefully nude.


Made nachos last night: havarti cheese sauce, tomatoes, onions, guac, three bean; an earth-shaking orgasm; the heavens themselves parting, God smiling down on me, telling me I am His beloved son, and in me He is well pleased. Would recommend making.


Playing through Shenmue 3 because my time is not precious, or valuable. Now, I've docked the good ship Heston in many dilapidated, unkempt, crab-infested ports, so far be it from me to judge, but this Ryo fella has... very specific tastes. In ports.


Here is a drawing I made of Sonic in MS Paint. Please stop encouraging Dangus, y'all. We're trying to save him from himself. Forewarning: I'm not an artist.


My name is Charlton Heston, and my skills include gunnery, acting, apes (but they're also humans), acting, peanut butter (eating it, not making it), fluorescent lighting gives me violent, rage-filled flashbacks; and tennis. Please hire me, Linkedin.


First UnderMine win. Lovely little game, featuring a collection of creatures who are all invited to eat my unwiped ass, die slowly in a shallow pool of acid, and spend an eternity in flayed torment. May they forever be sodomized by a freight train, amen.


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I'm actually Charlton Heston. What, were you expecting some purple prose? An overwrought introduction? Get off of my property, you filthy God damn hippie.