[classic swim]

Phil Bell was mainly likable for likable sake. An extra gun to get along with near the end before he abruptly ran away. The game tricks you into thinking Ray’s less than Phil when it’s kind of the other way around.

Found Charleston White while driving and threw supermarket coleslaw at the back of his head to get him riled up.

Was about to leave to shoot a golfing comedy but the two super models in bed said “Seiiiiiigggggght we want more sexxxxxxxxxxxxx!”

Yeah, well... that’s including general body sweat. You know how grease forms pretty gnarly if you leave it unattended? They should have some type of foil to wrap around your scrotum that really gets it all to ooze out onto there...

What’s in Ned’s Head?

Opened the door for Girl Scouts and slammed it as they were about to talk.

Guys, it’s not the device. It’s the destination. The blender *if used* would always be NOT plugged in. You can’t liquify your ball sweat if you’re actively bathing your balls when using the Click remote.

Eating shark at least once sounded cool until discovering their skin’s made of teeth structures and they’re a mercury meal ticket. It was nicer only knowing before that they could bite my fucking arm off. Gotta use my imagination to pretend a single serving plate from an 80,000 pound whale would be a little different.

Pissed off all the animals at the zoo except for the penguins because the penguin exhibit always fucking smells bad.

Created an alt just so he could send himself pictures of his buttocks.

When he gets other people’s mail he approaches them and stuffs the envelope down their throat.

Sneaked in a church mid sermon, yelled his favorite wrestling warcry/quote as loud as he could and walked out without being escorted.

Wakes up each morning like this.

But ghostrek, you were raised Evangelical and not fundamentalist!

Well in theory it could also just be a tallboy glass or any wide container that will do the deed. If I’m fast forwarding the universe to taste my bitter essence then I’d rather not use an ordinary glass meant for milk or swallowing tablets.

Your testes are operating under constant sweat glands. Your underwear could be practically ruined after a long work day just from those groin juices. If you had eternal life under possession of the Click remote, and were able to dip your sac into a (unplugged) blender or unique canteen... Do you think after fast forwarding a couple or few centuries that you could drink a blender full of your own genital sweat if you were curious?

Chuckled at the portrait of the chicken strapped in the car inside of Bdubs.

Biggest fear is going to bed dead and waking up alive.

Archie Bunker’s Place is so fucking weird. You see the title and think “uh-oh, better watch out!” and Edith’s dead. And Archie’s fucking this girl 40 years younger than him as a one night stand. And he’s sad it’s no strings attached, and that’s the whole episode with no jokes.

Wishlist if I can get outta this fucking mess: 1. New VCR. Last one was a Funai. Maybe VCR/DVD combos are worse and I should get a stand-alone VCR. 2. A 2nd laptop that’s Windows 10 or 11. One I got now won’t budge on any updates. 3. Standard Definition, Panasonic camera. *** Make some real movies with this shit!***