Pan and marinara sauce

…taken a good dump

These past few days I just don’t feel the motherfucking hell yea. I don’t know what could be the matter, but the motherfucking hell yea has been drained out of me. Perhaps I need to consult my physician for some motherfucking hell yea pills called brezmeltez.

Side effects may include motherfucking diarrhea, hellish stomach pains, and oily flatulence, but brezmeltez will bring the motherfucking hell yea back into your life.

He died like a little bitch, most dishonorable.

If he thinks I’m scum, that works for me!

I have no idea what that means, but okay. I quit about a decade ago and have since tried a couple times to “get back into it” so I could keep up better with family/friends, but was unable to muster the desire after a day or 2 and would end up forgetting. Doesn’t really feel like I’m missing much overall.

The only way to maintain privacy and job hunt is through a strong social network, and I’m not talking Facebook. When you have enough contacts/friends in a sector, you can ask around.

/cries in Texan

I’ve heard all Palantir executives love getting massive wedgies on a daily basis… Like rip the tighties massive.

We should do some thorough validation.

I was in my 20’s, had the bills handled, and my priorities in a funny place.

I once had a 38" in my 3rd floor apartment and had to move to another 3rd floor apartment… No elevators present.

Motherfucker was the operative word.

Oof, they got me on that one.

So they’re going to flush the TP?

Hell yea, I also kept a shorter series called Amazing Stories. Those were dark.

Sorry Sally, Geoffrey has to die because a company wanted to make their products utterly dependent on their servers. We’ll bury him in the yard next to Gertrude.

Are there places that sell a deluxe version? Like some kind of well known restaurant that makes the best ones?

Now you are the calzone.

The onion should really start hiring like crazy. They’re about to start getting so much material that their staff will be totally overwhelmed.

This aught to be useful for some reason.

Passenger: “Owwww! That fucking llama bit my arm!”

Airline personnel: “Quick sir, get on the plane before it attacks you again!”

Solving flight anxiety a bite at a time…