Well, I talk about it, talk about it
Talk about it, talk about it
Talk about, talk about
Talk about movin’

Gotta move on

A-won’t you take me to Horneytown?

The Texas Chainsaw Massacre

Me and my 6’3" cis girl

Unless you are particularly awful. If you are awful enough, you will be remembered. Go figure.

What show/movie is this from? Asking for myself.

That RHCP episode was pointless. The one with Mr. Beast was great. The irony of Mr. Beast being the MC of a sadistic spectacle for the entertainment of others did not escape me.

Gluttony only applies if you swallow, but I appreciate the fact that OP assumed that swallowing was a given.

That’s a great pickup line when it works though. Find someone who’s crazy matches your crazy.

“Rosé for dinner. Waffle House for breakfast.”

Best eclipse photo I’ve seen in a while.

I genuinely thought this was part of Trump’s glorious military parade.

I had a rock pond in my house with water lilies and a small cypress tree I got at Home Depot. I threw six “feeder” goldfish in it for mosquito control. By the time I sold the house a decade later, they had multiplied to dozens with the largest being close to a foot long.

I pumped the bottom of the pond twice a year and donated the sludge (~5 five gallon home depot buckets worth every time) to a local urban farm for underpriviledged kids. That stuff was magic for crops. If you lived in Austin from 2005-2015, it is prossible that you ate organic produced fueled by shit from my Pet Smart feeder goldfish family.

When in doubt, escalate.

jeez-it

“Will you accept the body of your lord and savior?”

Possibly maybe.

What’s the point? I’m already getting fucked at work.

You know you want to.

Can I get Thunderbolt Björk with the Death Grips powerup?

That’s a hell of a writing prompt. I can think of a few stories that can start or end with that image.