I mean… dunno about you, but I look my best with that sweet patina of sweat glistening on my forehead, a drop of drool meandering towards my chin, and hot load in my drawers.
I may not remember some nights, but I rest easy knowing that I’m a damn fine lookin drunk. Too much booze also makes me smell amazing.
Oh, and I’m a great drunk cook too. You can absolutely trust me with that knife.
Way too many clothes for Florida, much less the southern United States, just entirely too many clothes altogether.
The distinct lack of a visible tallywhacker should lead most to correctly assume this image is, in fact, artificially intelligent. If that trait is not as obvious, maybe the absence of alligators & crystal meth will serve as triggers to unlocking this truth.
I did this to a friend, no idea how high up their “weird dinner shit” list this sits.
I was in kindergarten when I got invited over to stay over & the mom served broccoli.
I hate broccoli.
I tried ignoring the broccoli, no dice. I tried telling the mom I was allergic, no dice. I tried trading in the broccoli for more bread, no dice…
Out of options, I begrudgingly ate a piece & knew immediately I couldn’t stomach another, so I did the only logical thing an illogical kindergartner knew to do….
I stuffed the broccoli in the couch cushions…
Yes, I got caught. Their dog sniffed out my stash.
Sounds like they got some of the discounts corrected within 24 hours, but other discounts remained for 3 days:
And it would be three days before IT staff at the prison shop were able to fully shut down the hacker-provided discounts, according to the hacker’s account.
If you salt them and let them sit for a bit (like 10 min?) before assembling, it’ll amp up the flavor of the tomato slice & draw out some of the moisture; leaving you with a less soggy BLT.
I didn’t believe that nonsense until I tried it, now I slice & season tomatoes first. It’s kinda crazy.
Not until the fifth panel is drawn. Until the fifth panel drawn it is impossible to know whether they died or fused grotesquely into a single festering green-goopy figure who becomes a local superhero, and, overtime, earns the moniker of Toxic Avenger, thus rebooting the greatest franchise of all time.
I mean… dunno about you, but I look my best with that sweet patina of sweat glistening on my forehead, a drop of drool meandering towards my chin, and hot load in my drawers.
I may not remember some nights, but I rest easy knowing that I’m a damn fine lookin drunk. Too much booze also makes me smell amazing.
Oh, and I’m a great drunk cook too. You can absolutely trust me with that knife.