You know, I never even thought about how much liquid weight those little diapers accounted for.

I have heard of “tube steak”. I’ll check into that.

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…”

Betcha still updooted and laughed. I mean, I did.

I think they absorb meat liquids so they don’t pool at the bottom of the tray. Probably just to make it look more appealing.

To be noted: My keyboard attempted to autocorrect “pool” to “poop.” I am not displeased.

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?

Honestly, it’s Raisin Bran these days.

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.

In related news, 100% of scientists who have ever died are dead today.

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.

Thank you, FabioTNO, for providing much-needed insight on the topic of fecal adhesion and permanence.

You seem to know your shit.