scoobdog

It isn't just a dumpster. It's our clubhouse. But, we do have to share with everybody sometimes.

No idea what the lyrics are supposed to be, but they sound moody enough. More importantly, nice use of distortion. Now you need to put a full song together.

No, it's objectively verifiable. Ask anyone.

Because you're perpetually full of shit.

Yeah, no.

This eighteen wheeler?

You need seven closets for... that? I'm starting to think "closet" means "cavity under the floor."

An instant Nabs classic.

Happy Birthday!

So the hobo insulted you after the blow job?

Ordinarily, this would be a clean kill shot. But not with Mumbo.

If you could just get the guy at the wood shop to make your brushless generator, you'ld be living off the grid.

Like vultures circling a dried out carcass.

So, you admit to having nothing. Check.

But not as humiliating as ending up disemboweled and smelling of pee... like most of Zeni's victims dates.

But, can it erase tobacco smoke odor?

Poor Tiger. Once the apple of his beloved Zeni's eye, and now tossed aside.

You used "overanalyze."

Oh shit.

Why does Buddy bring the worst out of stupid white guys?

I think that's it. There isn't any special story behind it.

Actually, I'm not sure how "big balls" became slang for courage. I suppose at some point, prior to medical studies to validate it, there was an association between size and testosterone.

But only with a kayak built for two....

I guess I know what that's like. I don't have a set job description myself - I'm more or less responsible for everything in some form - so any time a new project starts, I do get a bit of anxiety as I navigate what needs to be done and who is responsible for doing it, and it used to feel an awful lot like I was going to die.

Do you want the new position? Is it a promotion or just a lateral move with new duties?