What if we hit him with a car?

I still say this sometimes and hope that they actually get it 😂

No, it’s a toaster! (I was gonna link the brave little toaster but figured that was taking it a little too far past sarcasm lmao)

I don’t think this will work in my yard. The ants are farming aphids already. Boiling water helped a little with the grass and some of their aphid farms but the ants remain vigilant.

You know, I’m really just waiting for the day voyager supports gif insertion.

If you give me the tools, the time, and permission, I’ll fuckin’ handle it.

This is the coping mechanism for the people whose cats like to fuck with tp rolls. I can’t go back now

Blowing directly into, yes; however, if it’s an indirect yet concentrated breeze isn’t it moreso increasing the odds for vaginal flatulence?

Personally I wouldn’t mind a queef or two if it meant a guarantee that my butt’s clean lmao

You should check out the wake county register of deeds! They’re accessible online and they go allllll the way back.

I am SO DOWN. Let’s go. Let’s do it.

I actually don’t hate the candy. Technically easier without the dispenser though,lol.

you know you’ve done it.

I couldn’t even get the burger flipping job starting out. Rude.

Burying myself in my work so I don’t burst into tears every other moment. Grieving the sudden loss of a cat that was my universe for her whole fuzzy diabolical life. It’s been a month, but I knew the second I plucked her from the bushes that she was going to destroy me. We had a good eleven years but fuck, man.
My gf and our surviving cat have been great consolation, but violet had no sense of personal space and I find this void in my orbit to be currently…unbearable.

God, barf.

I was one of those sad goth kids clinging to the dresden dolls through my turbulent adolescence. After palmer met this nutsack her whole vibe changed. I mourned the loss of an era and ultimately left it all behind. I can’t even begin to fathom what kind of… Mind-shattering nightmare that would be, someone you connected with on that level, being the intersection in your life between “the before times” and one of the most traumatic things that can happen to someone. Fuck.

It’s kinda like legos, getting your dash apart. If you have trim prying tools and a good screwdriver you’re pretty much good.

I have a 2001 rn and the only reason I haven’t swapped it out is because I can’t find one that has everything I want. I really miss Bluetooth audio.

Trapped under cat. Send help.

Lean over and whisper in his ear, “everyone hates you.”

Something that would just…utterly fuck his brain for a while. If there was something that would motivate him into an Ebenezer scrooge character arc, I’d be so down.

If I had stealth techniques available to me, i would consider it.

Cigna dropped my medicine coverage. I had to to drop two name brands simultaneously to generic else i would be out 4k every 30 days.

The switch was not pretty.
Like, mental breakdown, life changing, never-will-be-the-same not pretty.
That was…8 years ago. I imagine if it was something maintaining my physical health I certainly would have died. I mean, shit, I nearly did. Don’t get me started on the arm i broke as a kid, that didn’t heal correctly because a narcissist parent(RN) wanted to skip the er wait and had hospital buddies patch me up on the dl instead. A bionic arm sounds more feasible than actually getting it to where I could play strings again without pain.

This hurt me because my eyeballs glossed over it like wtf and my brain was like, oh, yeah, I’m in this picture and I don’t like it.