It’s good to be back!
It’s good to be back!
Good catch.
Land of the free, home of the bribe. Thanks, Uncle Scam.
Welcome, friend! Poke around a bit, we have a bunch of cool folks around here.
You’re posting on Hexbear. WE’RE the communists.
A couple days ago I told a debt collector from a hospital I was dead.
“Hey man! Come into the basement, Im working on a biological super computer, check it out!” The camera pans to the people chained to the wall with holes drilled in their heads drooling all over themselves with wires coming out of the holes, then back to me and I do the Kubrick stare. “It doesn’t work yet.”
Bringing a whole new meaning to putting up bricks.
Voluntarily making myself into an Elmer Fudd style rabbit stew.
Boss makes a dollar, I make a dime.
Objection, your holiness! In my closing argument I will explain the prominence of the oldest, and most sacred law in the land; finders keepers.
Not sure about what definition of slovenly they’re working on, but I’m pretty sure taking so many downers that you need to be put in a medically induced coma in Russia is a good indicator of slovenliness.
Simpsons bit.
I got diagnosed with “cannabis use disorder” once because when the head shrink in the psych ward asked me if I smoked I responded “smoke what?” Deeply unserious profession.
Mein herr!
“As a high powered busi… ARFGHGH” (vomiting up my stomach, intestines and spine because I just can’t do it.)
AHEM! These palms need greasin’.
Soiled diaper and mottled flesh with a touch of mental decline.
I hope you’re ok!