Trundle
“You have no air here, Gandalf the Gray.”
Mmmkay, but if I were to buy one of those nut butter steaks, it sure as shit better come with one of those little meat diapers in the bottom of the package.
Don’t you cheat me.
Fucking camper…
These boners… I mean, I’d love to meet the dude who came back to the KKK HQ Doublewide and was like:
“Okay boss, I done gave out all them memership papers. We’ll have new recruits in no time. Yeet.”
“Great, Randy, where did you take them? The gun shop, VFW hall, and golf course?”
“Nope, I took ‘em to the churches.”
“Which churches, Randy?”
“The BLACK ones! Hahahahaha!”
“Jesus fucking CHRIST, Randy! Do you know how much those things cost to print? I mean fuck, Randy…”
Okay, hear me out on this one. I know it’s a little off-kilter from the main topic of the post, buuuuuuut…
If the Sky Homies really wanted to convince us that Jesus was the son of god, why didn’t Joseph have him? You know? It’s one thing to say, “Right, so here’s what happened: a goddamn mothman flew into my room, knocked me up without banging me, I totally didn’t cheat, and this kid’s gonna be the shiiiit someday.”
It would be a whole other irrefutable, indisputable, holy fucking titballs buckle up Nancy type of situation if it went like this: “Hey, my name’s Joseph. You can call me Joe. Anyways, I just shat out a kid, pretty sure that’s a miracle.”
The End. Fin. Salute.
But nope, people are supposed to believe the first one. Swing and a miss, I’d say.
Okay, hold up. If those figures are accurate, according to my calculations Sniffignoli Bonaduce there would be smelling 66.66666667 (repeating, of course) hams per hour, IF he worked a 12 hour day.
Goddamn, ham man.
I’m posting from Memmy for Lemmy on iOS, but flip between it and Mlem as they out-update each other. Glorious days, these are.
I’m confused as to why the administrator of feline-to-ass torture is holding two cats. Certainly a man’s cavity is incapable of accepting multiple cats, right?