okay, which one of you bastards shit my pants?
okay, which one of you bastards shit my pants?
the one i worked in as a teen got shut down by the health department after the chef didn't throw anything at anyones head for a month.
in the australian state of "queensland" QLD, there's a passphrase to go to jail now. and it's exactly what you'd think it is.
i asked "how to make a million dollars" it said "do 100 hour work weeks for some advance capital and then drop shipping"
very much the same, input food>output shit, input text>output shit.
inappropriately
my plan to make every other city worse has finally paid off!
you read my mind
this wouldn't be a problem if everyone had a nuclear reactor in their shed.
it was ridiculous, in the best way possible.
the logistics understander
i would simply lift the tanker with a big crane
me when i'm sent to the naughty corner
lmfao
mmmm mystery dip
we bringing back company chits? wowee!
beavers
these people get mad if you ask them one simple question "what key is it in?"
Mβsquire
dipping a freaking feather into an ink pot
Building a new fence and chuckling at the thought of βpost holeβ
Golden era
Sarge said to never trust a man with two first names but this is ridiculous
a few too many minutes under water.
he must have found out what the plans were.
me after winning the lottery: "yeah i want everyone to know i won the lottery, that's smart!"
he's got that dog* in him
*worm
what an incredible string of words to put together
really hard to figure out who came up with that line, who nose which person involved in creative thought that one up.
he's kept much of his aliasing, not many can do that in almost 30 years.