I’ll bet you could find their address just from this snippet of map. Maybe I’m too paranoid.
they live at 123 fake street, washington, california, united states, texas, 12321
Waddling intensifies
Certified shit post
“almost”. They seem suspiciously relieved as they reach the driveway
That’s the “I might be okay” moment, followed by the body’s too early, “oh, we’re there?” at the last few feet. Sometimes you can distract the mind a bit more by focusing on something else while you make the last steps. A lot like how flying works in The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, you have to notice something totally off-topic and forget you’re about to hit the ground.
Indeed. One of the most important steps to take to not shit your pants, is to stop thinking about how you’re about to shit your pants. 🙏
Mate thinks rollercoasters only go down
If I got to say, “Oh thank fuck I made it,” I’d be relieved, too.
Idk I don’t seem to count myself as having made it until I’m sat
In my experience there’s an inverse square law where the urge approaches infinity with proximity to the bowl
The urge comes in waves
Judging my the red dot location op put their butt out the window & let 'er rip in the comfort & privacy of their home.
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