Skiles

I'm gonna go to a military cemetery and put nudes on all the graves as a show of respect. The flag may be at half mast, but I got something that won't be.

Stop making threads about me.

Absolutely.

UMM EXCUSE ME. It's called Several Species of Small Furry Animals Gathered Together in a Cave and Grooving With a Pict, and I'll thank you to get the title correct. Also, that track is garbage.

I haven't seen it, but I get the vibe that it's presented as a sitcom, whereas Reno 911 was shot and presented as if it were real, like Cops.

Bart was a badass. He went out to congratulate Brett Favre when they retired his number a couple years ago. It was stupid cold outside in Green Bay, and he came out there in a skinny-ass windbreaker like, "I played in the God damn Ice Bowl, you pansies." He was a fucking man, dude. So yeah, I was sad when I found out he died. That's my team. There's still an argument to be made for him being the greatest Packers QB of all time, even after the Favre and Rodgers eras.

That's a tough one... I would say yes. I mean, there's never any chewing and ingesting through your ass. But if we're talking about simply how it's pleasurable when you put things in it, then it works. And it also means the mouth is the vagina of your head. I sat and thought about this one for a solid eight minutes, btw.

Technically, they would be the knees of your toes. But of course, that means your toes are the legs of your feet.

Is this meth? It sounds like meth.

Ok

We all know the true measure of success in life isn't how you live your life, or the connections you make with people, or having actual human relationships, or making any sort of mark on the world. Fuck that shit. The REAL way you know you made it? High post counts and being an edgelord on a message board that is, actually, an offshoot of a message board for cartoons. Oh, how I long to have as meaningful of an existence as the pillars of society I encounter here.

Every lawnmower is a riding lawnmower if you try hard enough.

I definitely think that's a dad thing, and/or an old guy thing. I feel like a lot of men develop "grass pride" as they get older. I don't get it. Maybe I will when I'm older. I just know it's time to mow when Daisy won't go in the yard and shit. But even then it only gets a little past ankle height.

I mean, not for nothing, but it's kinda weak to invite people over to play games you know you're way better at than them. Where's the competitive spirit? Go to someone else's house and play some shit you aren't good at. That'll teach the kid to actually grow as a competitor. Get more well-rounded, y'know?

I wouldn't deal with that. As soon as the up-tops make it clear they aren't doing anything about it, I'm like, "Later days."

Thanks a bunch, Sergeant Literal. You must be a hoot at parties.

The ones where they just make scratching and crinkling noises are fucking garbage. You want quality ASMR, go watch actual massage videos. That's the good shit. I literally watch them every single night because they help me sleep.

Someone should get him onto that "half your age plus seven" rule and off that high school girl shit.

Except he'll end up getting cremated, managing to not even be useful in death.

It was the same date, but in 1974? Time is so crazy, yo!

GOD I JUST WANNA TASTE HIS TCH

Shut up, I meant first.

I wanna taste his first three letters of his last name.

Yes it is. Pee: just crotch vomit?