The real jerks are the wasp queens who kick out the workers so they have to go begging at picnics.
The real jerks are the wasp queens who kick out the workers so they have to go begging at picnics.
This is why I’m confident that Han Solo is fine. Shaft’s ain’t shit.
Anub
I’d pick Anubis if I was a furry.
So…Anubis.
“Cat trucks on every corner!”
Right?! The perfect con for people who’ve been living under a rock for the last 3 years!
Diddy did it.
And when it comes to midnight munchies, why is it always cheese? I’ll be like, hey, let’s have a banana and my brain will say, “CHEESE. BLOCK. NOW!”
Yup. “Trans” is the new “witch”.
Aight imma head to my crib finna pop some caps yall
I can’t rally the ring, Mr. Frodo…but I can rally you!
Makes me think that if there is a God, this would be an easter egg.
Vegas now have triple 0 roulette tables
Stupid inflation!
Hopefully. I fear the day I plug in a new monitor and the damn thing pops up a “Please enter your wifi username and password to use this monitor”
Stanley nickels?
Well, that’s a brand new sentence.
Funko pops are the herpes of civilization.
Preach. I still rock my Key2LE, and will probably get another NOS one if this one dies. Which might be a while, because it’s still fine after 6 years.
Hell, I could go for that. Sitting on the tailgate, eating my can of pasta, watching the water flow by, no reports to finish, no quotas I need to meet.