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We just gotta

4/1 is never that funny to me either but it’s nothing to be in fetal position over. Maybe log off and stop having mental breakdowns over every fucking thing that moves.

Zaslav would pick up a dead critter from the side of a hot Georgia road and eat its pussy out.

Monday and rent’s due.

This happened to Venture Bros, more or less. Can’t watch it again besides home release but want people to see it. Loved the couple times seeing in person.

Today has been desert hot all fucking day long, and still is. AC and ceiling fan... Jesus Christ.

A$$

Pretty good, and it’s nice that they technically still premiered season 2 anyway. It’s an immediate step-up from the last two pranks, which isn’t much of an accomplishment since Pibby was fucking shit. Still, nicely done.

YT feed’s not getting the bumps, if there are any.

This is funnier than the actual show itself.

Guess I’ll have to wait a few more minutes.

Oh my god no way!

It’s cool that they’ll be doing the livestream again this year.

No harm done. Thank you for the reply and happy Sunday.

Most of the songs before 1992 don’t belong with that inbred statutory rape genre, although that type of twang’s still an acquired taste.

Comes up occasionally as well: Old bumpkins who wanna yell at cashiers and give cashiers a hard time, but still take the outer ends of fucking purgatory to insert their credit card and take out said credit card. And then I gotta signal for them to get the fuck out the way because I’M READY to check out. Guess they think standing in front of the card reader for 15 fucking seconds after it’s done somehow magically puts the bags in their cart. Or the people who simply wanna have long lasting intimate conversations with the cashier when there’s already a checkout line out the wazoo. Like yeah stupid this isn’t Loveline and I wanna go home, speed it the fuck up dollface.

Is there a name for people at the grocery store who don’t actually want what you want, but nonetheless ride all up on your ass when there’s fucking yards of room? Like they can’t fathom a world where they’re not an inch away from your asshole when you just wanna buy frozen meat and leave?

Can someone tell my neighbor’s dumbass kid to not play his ticktocks at full blast outside for everyone to hear? It’s like awhile back at the bar when the owner had to tell a 20 something that normal people don’t blare their fucking trash at public establishments like a nuisance. You’d rather blare trap music than listen to Connie Francis? You’re a fucking bum.

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Completely straight and platonic, but I’d love if you could just take your shirt off and scream passionately like a chimpanzee as you’re beating me to a fatal pulp with your bare fists. Either at your home or while explaining to your clients why it costs the equivalent of a Lamborghini to install a panelized roof system.