Were the Middle Ages a utopia?

And that’s not ever a given.

Ah, right down the Old Glory hole.

What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming, indeed.

I think Baofeng might be one of the good ones.

Everything is new-in-the-box, not to be played with. DON’T TOUCH THAT!

All the theoretically coolest stuff (well, not in this case), but in the most joyless, unfun context possible.

Like hanging out with a shitty, spoiled, only-child, but as an adult.

Prediction: we learn in a few years that this balls kid is a rare modern castrato.

What I have barely even counts as a penis.

Ladies? ;)

“I love sketching the curves of your body and you’re welcome to stay here for the evening, if you like.”

Nah, it’s a win, a woman actually willingly touched him.

Although not Jean creamingly if you are me

Edit: I finally understand. “Jean-creamingly.” Ejaculating in denim, not a first name. 10-4.

Not in my case, no.

I’ve got a tip for you.

(I’m referring to the tip of my penis.)

Fascinated by your creativity! 🦒🙁🍑

With tiny hands, obviously.

So squeaky.

You should trademark that.

Ah, the ol’ prayer oneupsmanship.

“Father God Jehovah Almighty, we prostrate ourselves before thee on these hallowed grounds. As you tell us in Jeremiah 29:11, you know the plans you have for us…”

Sorry, just a little flashback.