For years now whenever I submit bookings for potted plants/floral at work, there is an entry down toward the very bottom that reads “Flowering Planter 7in Ass” and it gets me every time.
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An invincible wolf man, who is like a wolf in every regard save for the fact that he can fly.
(Note: This might be misinformation)
For years now whenever I submit bookings for potted plants/floral at work, there is an entry down toward the very bottom that reads “Flowering Planter 7in Ass” and it gets me every time.
Carbon nanotubes are real? I thought that shit was invented for upgrades and repairs in No Man’s Sky…
How are all these fucking idiots still confused that disliking the Israeli government has fuck all to do with disliking Jews? Do they know this, and just choose to make it about something more?
I was beating my meat to Natalya’s (Goldeneye 64) cone-shaped tits at age 10. It may have been arguably better for me than jerking off to droves of actual tits.
…Not that I wasn’t doing that also…
This is obviously a joke, but for those who are not aware:
Between 2022 - 2025, there were 71,000 lbs of fentanyl seized at the Mexican/US border, and only 134 lbs seized at the Canadian/US border. Of the 134 lbs seized, 86.2% of smugglers were US citizens.
DJT is full of shit.
Timmy, go to your fuckin room…
I worry about those who are thicker than 7 inches. That might cause some Cloverfield Paradox shit, where your innards wind up fuzed with a door. Skinny folks only.
I feel like the days of pearl clutching over profanity are on their way out. There is always a time and a place for it, but I grew up hearing “fuck” come out of my drunken relatives every other word. My parents didn’t say it, and they didn’t let me say it, but the only real weight the word ever had was that it was cool and exclusive to adults.
One of the biggest culture shocks I had when moving from the US to Canada was how much more laid back everyone is up here over profanity in general. Almost everyone uses it, very few people (save for maybe the elderly) get uppity when they hear it, and I’ve heard it used freely on FM radio many times. I still think it’s trashy to fly a FUCK TRUDEAU flag or decal on your car for everyone to see, but nobodies up here clutching pearls. They just think you’re a dick.
Not sure why it’s still such a big deal in many parts of the US.
Wow, I better stop jerking it to Jasmine. 🤷
No! No, man! Shit no, man! I believe you’d get yer ass kicked rockin’ somethin like that, man…
That third trimester dynamic is no joke. Buckle up, fellas.
Sow bugs, but some kids called them rolly-polleys. I taught my daughter both (as well as wood louse), but as you can imagine, she went with the fun one.
I read this as “I miss you so much”, and I had a quiet moment of reflection.
And all was as it should be…
That’s fucking disgusting. Are they valuable? I pull one of those of my bath drain every couple of years if he ever needs another one.
Not to mention they’re the two most nostalgic seasons, by a landslide. At least in regions that experience four seasons. There is nothing quite like the quiet promise of Spring after a long winter. One day you step out and warm sunshine is making your roof drip, and grass begins to show through the thinning snow. Familiar birds return and you spot the year’s first vegetation poking up through the soil. You can smell the Earth again. You’re flooded with memories of being a kid during the same months, lying out in the yard feeling that warm breeze blowing in.
Summer creeps up and slowly wears you the fuck out. Most of the flowers dry up and the grass gets scorched. Everything looks like shit, and right when you get tired of it all and want to throw yourself off a bridge, you notice the leaves turning yellow at an alarming rate. Nights grow cold, mushrooms pop up, and you remember how pleasant brittle leaves sound rattling along the street. Things get real damp and take on that nutty smell of decay. Some primal part of you gets real amped up for the harvest.
Halloween night brings with it the last echo of life, then the world grows quiet and dead. The frosts come and snow falls. Christmas is real cozy, and then a month later you’re eyeballing that bridge again. Doesn’t seem so high. Might be nice to throw yourself off it every now and again. Maybe this is will be the year…
Then one particularly warm afternoon you hear the trill of a robin.