I’ll bet that fucker’s got like, thirty, no, forty physical buttons. And at least three giant knobs to twiddle, possibly as many as seven.

It’s almost beautiful enough to make me cry. Or cum. Maybe both.

I mean, it’s healthier and cheaper than coping with alcohol.

Plus, it makes mediocre food into amazing food, and generally gives a mood boost (as opposed to alcohol which can make some people angry, some people sad, and some people in the mood to party); and the value proposition thereof when you’re poor (but not so poor you can’t afford a bit of weed) can not be overstated.

Cheap weed rocks. Who the fuck wants to raw-dog this reality?

A warning to do what? Run?

poem_for_your_sprog would be proud

here, have an excellent website.

Au– AURORA BOREALIS? At this time of year, at this time of day, in this part of the country, localized ENTIRELY within a drawing you made?

… fukkin’ sick.

I, too, volunteer for this study. For science!

A party?

I mean, I suppose an entire planet erupting in celebration could be considered one singular party, but I’d say it’d be more like thousands or millions of smaller parties all occurring at once.

seriously, the ADA is one of the greatest and most important pieces of American legislation ever written for so many reasons (including this one), and for this reason I foresee – at some stage – the fascists here trying to repeal it. “Fuck them cripples, I got mine” is entirely in line with the Republican train of thought.

don’t forget free labor when they’re young/free caregiver when you’re old and infirm, I’ve heard more than one (bad) parent list this as one of the main reasons they wanted to have children.

I disagree, I believe neither he nor his name should be remembered at all, let alone changed.

Let him be forgotten when he’s gone, it’s the name that would piss him off the most – none at all.

Does Big Bill Hell’s count?

Like, I’m not saying they’d sell good cars. I’m not saying I’d go there intending to get a good car. But were it a real business I would absolutely buy a shitbox from Big Bill Hell’s Cars, because it’s not a business pretending to be my friend giving me a great deal, and that’s worth more to me than some salesman blowing smoke up my ass. And while it is a lot funnier than the average late 90s used car dealership ad, it is also incredibly authentic to the form of one.

If not, then I have also never seen an ad I liked.

where’s that image of the dude laying in bed getting repulsed by a meme, thinks of sending it to his friends, and then he grins smugly?

Luckily I’ve yet to receive such call. The vast majority of my customers are unreasonably reasonable.

reasonable customers? strangers, random members of the public, behaving in a reasonable manner, especially when money is involved?

I don’t believe you.

Oh, in that case, you’ll get a call saying you used the wrong type of knots about .4 of a femtosecond after you get home, and asking you “how are you gonna make this right?”

Part of me had cynically hoped that covid had killed more red hat wearers for their ignorance (and for a time I theorized this is why 2020 went the way it did, among other reasons), but 2024 already disproved that.

You can leave your friends behind

Fuck; shit, this is. – Yoda Gnome

be kind to yourself