Be awkward by opening your mouth to speak but instead ripping wet ass.
Be awkward by opening your mouth to speak but instead ripping wet ass.
Not anymore at least
What if it was a legal contract killing? Like, uh, I don’t know, blessed by the pope or something
Okay I’ll learn how to make better coffee
do you wipe with gloves on?
my friend got the big AT AT and that is a beauty
I’m gonna buy 100 million tacos. That should provide adequate sustenance for the doctor who marathon.
lower those eyebrows young man
I do three things and mosquitos avoid me: I eat a ton of garlic, I take a ton of drugs, and I smoke a ton of weed. My blood is semisolid.
Maybe she’ll eat arugula
my search history is just for the phone number of this empanada place over and over again I’m sure that will never come back to haunt me
They sell these plastic ones at the grocery store where you just shove em down the drain and pull em right back down, all barbed and shit along the length of the snake thingy, and then it comes out looking like you snagged a R.O.U.S. and you realize you forgot to put on your nitrile gloves and fuck it just huck it in the can but they’re a buck ninety nine the last I checked. Last time might have gotten a little hairy.
I keep some in the medicine cabinet. Gelatin can make a nice throat coating when you have a bad cough.
We put ours in the ceiling between the attic and the top floor. Pull the air out of the house, open the windows at night. I’ve heard it called a “whole house fan”. I would occasionally turn it on with the windows closed while the air conditioning was running to, uh, make it go faster, but I’m not sure you’re supposed to do that. Cooled the place down in seconds tho.
Yeah but no one ever actually does that.
Everyone here seems to be missing the point. The government’s already doing that to way more than the nazi. Why only defend the nazi?
My experience is that you start work and the next day is off so you just lock the doors and keep working, but maybe there are financial institutions without backlogs idunno.
Where’s my fellow "yo’d’ll"s at