

This is poetry
This is poetry
Used to be called the magic school bus before Ms. Frizzle decided to change it’s name to promote celibacy.
My settings. Closed Captions always on, volume set very low.
At least you have hands! I had to get my fabricated from the town blacksmith.
Real people have sex on moon rocks.
I want wealth to become Batman.
No scrotum, no hair, no bumps. Closest shave you can get.
Dune everyone got lazy first than AI took over. Was like the fat humans in Wall-E into Terminator.
Similar issue, my wife knocked the kids rubber ducky into the toilet well flushing it. A complicated maneuver because she hit it with her elbow knocking the ducky off the top of the tank exactly as she hit flush. Had to auger it to the bottom of the toilet and than unbolt it from the floor and yank it out from the bottom hole because it wouldn’t go past the lip where the toilet met the drain. Honestly probably better it didn’t go into the pipes and get jammed somewhere else I suppose.
Guess I did all the way up to step 7?
And, yes I remind her of this folly regularly.
Maybe it’s American diets and not the plumbing.
Unfortunately the best we can do is 1939.
Getting high and playing on modded Tribes servers was a certain form of Zen for me.
Thanks, this really fucked with me when I tried to scroll past.
Like when you are backing up your car and the car next to you starts going forward.
Most of it is in my balls now.
I’m going to add this comment to my scrap journal.
3 kids? Peg what did you do to me!
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