Didn’t even know this album existed. Will have to check it out.

Scrungus is my favorite, but he is absolutely not a friend. He is a menace.

Bottom needs a gamer chair to prove that he’s a gamer. A gamer games 45% better with a gamer chair. That’s why they’re shaped 45% differently. Without a gamer chair, a gamer does not truly game. But it’s very important that they see it.

I worked customer service at Kmart for a few years and encountered a lot of old classmates. Fortunately I had lost a bunch of weight since I had last seen them, and all of my hair fell out, so nobody knew who I was. I could tell some people thought I was maybe familiar, but I was never identified outright. I felt like a secret agent.

That was honestly pretty nice of the first guy to not use piss.

Young Roosevelt looked remarkably like adult Ryan Gosling.

I’m a staunch supporter of anything with swamp in the name. Except maybe swamp ass, however aptly named.

Licocaine is my favorite topical product. I have deep cracks in the corners of my finger tips (the antibacterial soap at work destroys my skin) and smearing a small glob of ointment with lidocaine down into them is the highlight of my day.

It’s a shitty class to play.

Thanks! Very kind of you to say.

I can definitely imagine huge spider legs hanging out of it.

Looks cozy. A little creepy… But probably not so creepy when you yourself are the biggest creep in the night.

Ah, the old Coon Hill Rd. special. Grew up near a wooded country road that was full of trash like this. People apparently came from all around the township to dump their trash and furniture up and down this road, and the county never bothered to clean it up. My family was never down with that, but my dad used to catch possums in his livetraps and relocate them on this exact road. I guess he didn’t know how beneficial it was to have possums around. Coon Hill may have been lined with trash, but it was likely 100% tick free.

I had to do a school project once where we took disposal cameras and snapped photos of things that we found beautiful, and things we found ugly. I knocked out almost all of the ugly ones just on Coon Hill, but I did snap a few beautiful ones off the beaten path a bit. It was in the dead of winter and mostly snow and rotting vegetation, but beautiful enough at the right time of day. There was a duality down Coon Hill.

I swear I wasn’t a redneck, but it sure sounds like it.

As a person who manages a produce department for a living, this is one of my favorite posts I’ve ever seen. All day long I’m surrounded by little faces and it’s kind of just a thing that only I pay any mind to.

My nephew is one of the worst I’ve ever smelled. Just the overwhelming scent of damp, reused football socks and armpit. How he can’t smell his own smog is beyond my comprehension. I can’t imagine the smell of a classroom.

Da Baer’s aere gonna win it this yeahr, boys.

Every now and then I just save the German memes and send them to my English group chats to make sure they’re confused too.

Good. Suck a dick.

Can confirm. I manage a produce department for a living and it blows my mind that we get 3-4 days in the wall cooler but 24 hours at home. Moisture control goes a long way.