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Worth noting: if you’re giving a blowjob to someone who, at any point between shower time & said blowjob, has sat down to use the toilet at least once… Your mouth is one degree of separation from the inner/underside of that same toilet bowl. (Best case: it’s one you know is clean, but what’re those odds?)

Let that simmer a bit. 🤔

Seriously. This is some peak “Shush, little ones” bullshit.

Sporks get the job done better.

1. Username checks out.
2. FWIW, a certain mission in a game that came out ~10yrs ago has a CEO that replies with almost exactly that, when confronted with proof they’d knowingly killed a farming settlement for profit.

This isn’t a new excuse, and shouldn’t simply be lampooned. They, and others like them, will do worse than repeat it unironically — they will normalize it.

Sounds like a precursor symptom of what Brian Thompson suffered from.

I suppose it’s down to each individual to decide whether they’re more interested in gaming or the looks. For instance, one can be a diehard automobile fan without being super into spoilers, wraps, loud AF mufflers, underlights, etc., right? 😅😶

Yes.

you might be more inclined to make choices and put in the work

Fuck off, Dad! I learned it from watching you!

Also, genuinely sorry to hear about your record label and tour dates recently. ✊🏼

You… have a TV? 😱 Faaaancy.

If you’re bored while stoned, you’re not stoned yet. 🫠

He looks like a priest combing a choirboy’s hair down the middle and grunting “bodyofchrist”.

I mean, if anyone embodied the term better, I’ve not seen her. 🔥😱🫠

something something uncomfortably prescient metaphor… 😶

Years back, one of mine was named Dag.

Blaze w/ Paul Newman.

I’ve never seen watermelons the same way since.

Or redheads.

When engaging in a rational discussion of facts and the other throws logic out the window… You have only yourself to blame for continuing as if the rules hadn’t changed. 😶

In general? Civilization’s fucked. 🤷🏼‍♂️

We are not so different, and I’m not opposed to your request, but the onus lies with you, friend.

Nah, that’s so you wouldn’t drink the bat juice & live for insurance to pay out. That’d get logged and flagged for review up top, but some clocker flatlines & froths out before medi even pings? That’s just another on the pile. Next.

I hear ya, choom. The whole rock’s fucked and we’re just the last few koyo to slide off it. Though, I used to know a scrappy olblood from way back. Not even ink on ‘im, much less any shine. Last I heard, though: one of his homemade bunker betties glitched and fried him instead. It’s almost worth a stroll up the hill, to see if he’s still kickin’, but I prefer my face attached as it is.