What, you’ve never nutted in a stingray before?
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An invincible wolf man, who is like a wolf in every regard save for the fact that he can fly.
(Note: This might be misinformation)
What, you’ve never nutted in a stingray before?
It was fucking mean to put the ring back in the one’s mouth. Sarah should have died in that labyrinth.


Red Line?! But I parked my trolley in Hansa territory! 😓
Key difference being that I hope Schroedinger’s cat was alive.


Can we please get hundreds of people down there to continuously shout “HUUUURRRRRR DUUUURRRRRRRR” until the project is finished?
I always enjoy staring at this exact framed photo any time I’m waiting at my local Domino’s. It really gives me that Saturday night pizza feeling.
ENNNOOUUGHHHHH!! WITH THE FFFFUCKIN’ JŪSEI!!!
“We’re sorrey, Donnie!”
The other day Costco noticed a single cracked egg at the checkout and I stood around afterward for ten minutes waiting for a replacement. Like, I appreciate the customer service, but I was fine with the cracked egg. There were 127 others intact.
Half the fun of ketchup is the PpPpPppPpPpptt!
Except when you get juice with it…


He can’t keep getting away with this!
My wife is always shocked to learn that despite communicating with him somewhat regularly, I have absolutely no details regarding any of my brother’s upcoming plans or life events. Yes, I know he’s engaged. I think I was one of the first to hear about it… No, I don’t know when he plans to get married, or where… I don’t know if he’s going to South America again this year. I don’t know any of this. It didn’t come up. He will probably tell me if/when he does. I’m not really worried about it.
What do we talk about? Memes, mostly… Most recently I’ve been sending him these fake Rastafarian AI doctor videos on Instagram with hilarious visual demonstrations of poop flying out of butts like a whirlwind while a passionate man talks about selling you his herbal cleanse. Now I’ve discovered the female version that is all about vaginal disbiosis and what to do “when ya poosee smell like a rotten fish mahhket” (you buy her secret Rasta herbal cleanse, that’s what you do…)
But no, I don’t know if he’s coming for Christmas.


Maybe this fuckin’ cop can figure out what keeps happening to all those balls that dissappear over that fence…


What kind of loser hasn’t double-dogged it before?


Now watch me TikTok it further by pasting half of my blurred, blotchy head in the image so that I can point repeatedly in the general direction of the video I want you to see. Maybe even point at my ear once or twice to say, “Lishhun too, bruh…”
I hate that platform so much. I swear most people are operating on half-spent watch batteries nowadays and have just come to accept this crap as passable content.
I remember being mortified whenever mom would take me pants shopping and would tell the hot ass associate that we were looking for the husky section. Like, obviously the woman that was way too old for me could clearly tell that I needed that section, but something about mom saying just really drove the nail into my guts.
You can’t just tell Wendy Peffercorn that your boy needs husky pants…
I’m on a 3-month parental leave with my 10-month-old and I’m doing this already. It’s fucking great. My wife (who makes six figures) has been so equally happy with the temporary arrangement that she has floated the idea of me (in a few years) getting the fuck out of my labor job (that is slowly destroying my body one appendage at a time) and doing this all the time.
I’m not completely against the idea, but the stigma is a lot to overcome. I don’t want to be measured as worthless by everyone around me for being a stay-at-home trad dad, when I’ve spent my entire adult life working my ass off, managing teams, and wearing down my body.
But going for quiet walks every morning and trying my hand at writing fiction sure sounds attractive…