Well technically, dice is plural, so this is just a died onion.
Perpetually tired mental health counselor, sometimes retro game streamer, comedian, Mensan, coffee connoisseur, bacon lover, chronic pain survivor, nefarious pirate, and generally all-round nice dude…
Well technically, dice is plural, so this is just a died onion.
But what if there’s bats? Bats typically aren’t on the floor!
Pretty obvious, guys… It’s “Cock Grease,” it says so right on the label!
You know… If you listen closely, there’s usually a little voice in your head that tells you when you don’t need to say certain things…
Almost as good as the 3 seashells.
This photo has all the hallmarks of “I don’t give a fuck! For the next five minutes, we’re a happy family! Just shut up and smile for the fucking picture!”
Those appear to be Canadian Smarties. As an American I wash my hands of this whole affair, good day sir.
Ngl, I always loved watching the lobsters and crabs…
🎶Cause I speak of the pompatus of looooove🎶
It’s an '05 Monte Carlo, but damn good call!
It was my grandfather’s car for much of its life. He only ever really drove it like a mile at a time before he was no longer able to drive. When he passed away a few years ago, I got it. For being a car that survived Sandy and sitting in several feet of salt water, it has held up astoundingly well. At the time, all it needed was an electrical harness replacement. Since I got it, other than tires, brakes, and routine maintenance since, I’ve only just had to replace the exhaust line last year. It’s been a damn good car, and I plan to keep it as long as I can!
Weird, I wonder if it’s a difference between instances or maybe clients?
Not every single comment, but 100% a troll account or a very sick individual.
In all the years I’ve had this car, I never even noticed that. Thank you, I’ll never be able to unsee it now!
In the time it took you to write this, you could have gone on Google and proven to yourself that it is. Instead, you doubled down on ignorance. Good job!
As did I a couple years ago, I had to pull over and send it to the wife.
Today I realized Pizza Hut and Book-It are the reason that every time I finish a book I crave pizza…
And full of superheated gas just like…