everything alright at home, there, pal?

fair, I just can’t tell what is merely personal preference and what is “I’ve not seen this word used often enough to know better”, lots of non-native speakers have taught me never to assume. In my case, one I use a lot out of preference is “yanno” instead of “ya know/you know?”

garuntees

not trying to be a dick, but you’ve spelled it twice like that now - it’s “guarantee”. Yes, I hate the English language too; though in our defense it’s a word we stole from the French. And I’ll never turn down an opportunity to blame the French, so neither should you.

I agree wholeheartedly, but I’m a realist, a pragmatist, and I’ve already accepted that meaningful consequences for Trump are simply not gonna happen outside of another massive secret service screw-up. He will, unfortunately and almost certainly, either die in office of natural causes or so soon after leaving it (whether he leaves it as scheduled remains to be seen) that actual consequences will never materialize for him.

I am, however, slightly more hopeful that his administration, full of younger men with ambitions of their own, that they end up in tiny, grey, concrete rooms for the rest of their natural lives for committing treason, at some point. Only slightly, though.

welcome back, again, I suppose

I mean to be flexible enough for that not to hurt your back even slightly, you’ve gotta be a very competent gymnast or have some sort of disorder/bodily abnormality. I considered myself pretty flexible right up through my early twenties (enough to be able to put my feet behind my head, which I can still almost achieve! Almost. Think I can only manage one at a time now, barely, haven’t tried in ages), and that shit was still so painful it managed to negate all the joy of a blowjob.

But for a masochistic gay narcissist, it would tick all the boxes.

Well, most people weren’t

Animal Anuses Georg is an outlier and should not be counted

See, what I really want to know about castoreum is, who’s the person that went around rimming wildlife until they found an animal whose butthole tasted good? And was this part of their job, somehow, or just a… personal hobby? So many questions, none of them answered by the Wikipedia article.

From someone who was, and did: it does

great if you’re gay like me, terrible if you’re not, but it actually hurts my back so bad I did it like twice and never again. So. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

(Please confirm receipt of payment before Saturday morning, because if I hear “We’re leaving at 4:30” one more time, I’m moving somewhere completely flat.)

do it coward, I dare you, move to Kansas, you won’t

Same goes for catbox links. Either post the fatbox link instead or choose a different image host, the VPN is not getting turned off just for shitposts.

weep and hug my dogs

some of it tears of joy that it’s finally over, but mostly not.

this, but with the emergency exit door.

Even without the union busting and layoffs, GTA 5 multiplayer was as painful as they could possibly make it to milk people for shark cards. GTA 4’s multiplayer was just a fun sandbox to mess around in, which is what GTA 5’s multiplayer should’ve stayed, and then maybe single player would’ve actually got some meaningful post-launch content (remember how GTA 4 got two DLCs that were, effectively, two entire additional games on the same map? I remember.)

Instead, they realized they could milk whales, abandoned the singleplayer experience, and I expect GTA 6 to be just as awful and extractive if not more so. Miss me with that shit, I might pirate it and play the singleplayer campaign but that’s about it, they’re not getting my money anymore.

Crashing Foreign Cars by Helmet.

I, too, would be interested in hearing the pre-1942 movies Casablanca is supposedly a “derived pastiche” of

fuck it, can’t be more of a miserable crapshoot than trying different SSRIs. Bring on the maggots.

of all the responses I would expect this post to generate, Dr. Seuss was not one of them

Being fair, I’ve only been here a little under thirty years and I’m already thoroughly sick of us as a whole. I can’t imagine an eternity of it.

But do you dare question the words of the mighty Jimmy?