I get it. My wife and I just bought a home in Canada this summer and the pressure is very real. The prices just keep climbing and there is so much competition for everything that comes up on the market. Throw in periodic drops in interest rates and you feel like you have to pounce now or you’ll never get one.

We were very fortunate that the sellers chose us specifically because of our family dynamic and the vacancy their own family was leaving in our little neighborhood of playing/communal children. We got the house at asking price and are well within our budget, but things were looking a bit grim there until fate worked itself out. People put shit-holes up for 400k and half the time people buy it anyway. If they don’t, the price drops by 15k and it’s sold the next day.

The entire app is a slow and clunky mess on our Roku TV. I’ve never seen a more poorly optimized and irritating service. Every time we’re subjected to it I’m dumbfounded that Disney would even greenlight such a thing.

That’s so fucked up. When I was young I was friends with this dysfunctional redneck family who had taken in this tiny black kitten for a couple of weeks and then ejected it from the home when they failed to properly litter train the thing. I remember it wandered outside in their swampy, semi-rural woods for a few days. Some time later I asked about the cat again, and was told the older brother had “shot it right in the heart with a 22 when he saw it come up the road”.

Looking back on my many weekends spent with that family, I can’t believe I agreed to keep going over there. But I was young, friends were scarce, and we could pretty much do whatever we wanted.

Eventually the family turned on me as well when I had apparently become the scapegoat any time my friend had gotten in trouble for doing something. The mom developed an inherent distaste for me and even the uncles and grandparents started treating me like shit for things I hadn’t done or had little involvement in.

Glad nobody shot me in the heart.

Waldorf, as per court order, was not allowed to take photographs with children and was omitted from the shot.

I haven’t heard specifics on his odor, but I bet it’s a nasty butt smell. Like when you go into a public bathroom and the toilet bowl still smells like the last guy’s moist, sweaty asshole that hasn’t seen soap in two weeks. That smell that just marinates in there for hours.

Pterry from Pteewee’s Ptayhouse?

Better kill that son-of-a-bitch who named ya that.

“Get your butthole out of my face!” has become a regular utterance around bedtime.

I always see this exact comment on every other social media post pertaining to this show. I hate people’s unoriginality and desperation to regurgitate that original YouTube comment. Even saw a few “YOU SIR WIN THE INTERNET” replies on Facebook, which made it all the more frustrating.

Perhaps be will be laid to rest in Hitler’s favorite unmarked grave.