[classic swim]

Tourist my ass. I’ve supported my local businesses for years. I go into any of my spots and they already know what I want. I tip. I’m a gentleman. They wouldn’t humor the question only because it’s poppycock.

The next time I go, I’ll ask them about the soft drink separate inventory shit.

Should’ve narrowed it down to the cum stained baseball cap with the Rolling Stones flair.

Yes he was definitely picturing a homely ole softball catcher midget with a big ass rodents tail on his butt.

I hope GunStarHero laughs at the back of your head like OHHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO

When me and my contact catch you on the property

I saw about 5 or 7 seconds of a teaser, muted. I thought about the word exchange with Toonamiguy here and it made me think about how the first real *adult* adult cartoon ever was Fritz The Cat. And that’s the exact vibe I got from the dog humping the leg. Not the biggest compliment. Fritz was drenched in Bakshi’s awkward horniness when it wasn’t timely 70s white-cartoonist-who-“grew up with black people in Washington”- canvas. Still... where’s the competition that’s even close to visibly tolerable?

Seek out the Caribbean Queen.

Took a slab of ribs from Guy Fieri.

Woke up drunk and discovered an empty Cheez-It bag in between my shoes.

If you go back there, yes. I will be contacting them again.

Lmao just remember what I said, bitch boy.

My grandpa died and I was more peeved about an entirely separate issue with Progressive.

I don’t really cry or get sad about shit. I could drink and weep over an album if I really wanted to, but when something genuinely awful and personal happens... I’m either empty or I react in humor. I still get pissed off. A lot. I think it’s more mild. At the same time, I’d ridicule some asshole publicly if they’re telling their life story to the cashier for the outer ends of fucking eternity.

Opens a jar of pickles by placing a plate on the floor and smashing the pickle jar against the wall.

Has a set of ladies that dance behind him and sing “He is Seight! He is Seight! He really really is Seight!”