Yeah, the mother/aunt wolf most definitely needs a big, explosive, somebody-get-pregnant hips/booty that make the more ghoulish adults among us contribute legions of Rule 34 and/or cum tribute shots to 4chan. It’s essentially of an unspoken economy beneath the surface of any Pixar film that determines the film’s success. Extra credit if the characters are related enough to qualify as incest.

Alright, boys. Hear me out. You cut a hole on the inside of your pocket, put on your pants, then pull your penis through the hole so that it is emerging and/or hanging out of your pocket.

As a child I used to be borderline obsessed with the misters and the overall smell and vibe of the produce sections. Always told my mom I wanted to work in one. Thirty years later, purely by circumstance, I manage one for a living. It’s not quite what I dreamed of, given that stores in 2025 are no longer poorly lit nor smell like mothballs and old air conditioning/refrigerant, but I still enjoy my career.

Yo, guy… Did you kill that CEO?

https://youtu.be/j0_vinmW2ik

Kill yourself, Elon. Everyone will be sorry then.

It is very important to reaffirm that you are talking to mom in a private chat with mom by referring to her as “mom” as often as possible.

Do you recall which ones scored the highest?

I’m interested in this one also. I like the look of it. Currently a long-time Pixel user, but I’m open to other options. It will take a truly good camera to pull me away, though.

A close friend/former guildie of my wife’s is a very wholesome and well-accomplished person who secured her dream job with the CDC during Biden’s administration, just to have that job abolished by Trump/DOGE pretty much immediately. It was a very high-up/directoral position involving the outreach of sexual education/awareness for special needs individuals, who are often the unwilling/misunderstanding partipants of sexual abuse. Her entire department was ruled non-essential and was eliminated overnight. I guess it fucked her up pretty bad. She’s okay now, but is back to square one, searching for a suitable job.

Fuck Donald Trump and fuck DOGE.

But I drew it for the party…

Steve’s Lava Chicken in my ass.

The bulb sends you his thanks.

I haven’t had a cigarette since 2014, but I’ll have one now since Gary went through all the trouble.

The hogs will never betray you. If they do, you were never running with the hogs to begin with.

The best burnt-out sign I have come across was in my city back in 2019. It was a huge, red SENTINEL STORAGE sign, but the TO was no longer illuminated, so it left “SENTINELS RAGE” burning ominously in the night.

Here is the absolute shit-tier photo I managed to snap while driving.

I have been there. I have seen him myself. If you too find yourself standing before him, do not fear. Look down. There are so, so, so many hairballs. It is disgusting.

That man enjoys gentle mornings beside the goose garden.

He uses that shirt to lay flat on the floor of the roller rink arcade and hide until after hours. All the games are free then.