She selling a book, or something…?

That’s just bloodhound gang in a nutshell. Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo, Uhntiss, A Lap Dance Is So Much Better When The Stripper Is Crying? All brilliant in their own way.

“I wanna go on that ride, Dad!”

“Me too, son. Me too!”

I’m not black like Barry White, no I’m white like Frank Black is!

I do believe it’s “…steamy!”

Eta: it is. Had to rewatch the vid for the umpteenth time.

I asked a fox that was actually on fire. It said “AIYEEEEEEE!” I trust it’s answer more than chatgpt.

Each county has its own sheriff’s office, and each county is the size of a phonebooth. In Texas, there’s cops fucking EVERYWHERE. The only time they seem to disappear from sight is if there’s an 18y/o with a rifle in a kindergarten…

looks up “flatter” in the dictionary

I guess massaging his balloon knot with her tongue counts as flattery.

The math is pretty easy, actually…

He got “voted” in, and in the next “election” he’ll receive 107% of the votes, whether Republicans cast votes or not. See? They don’t have to vote anymore, and he still “wins!”

We’ve had one snacky snack, yes. What about second snacky snack?

“…pants?”

No, they didn’t. This is performative. It’s designed to get any company that would have listed tariff pricing to back off ahead of time.

Mine is the incompetents blame the competents for THEIR fuckups, and the competent ones don’t put up with that shit.

“Geneva Suggestions.” I said it right there.

Otherwise, no notes.

I like that i got to be Hood in this. Always saw myself as more of a Buck.

Please tell me they got it off Signal. So hot right now!

Best wishes, but really living up to the username, huh?

The paradigm shift is strong with this one.

Fuckin’ preach. I’ve worked with a single pm worth their salt, and they got driven out by the useless cunts that couldn’t MANAGE to get from their desk to a toilet without a meeting.

Oh man, i know.

Back in the day, I used to run a shuttle of a dozen dogs to what’s it called? Magnuson Park? Something like that in Seattle. And it’s simply not possible to keep track of 12 dogs chocolate landmines, so I’d inevitably pick up three or four “cold ones” each trip.