So we’re just abandoning the time tested “if it’s brown, send it down” protocol?
I mean… if we can’t trust that brown poop is good poop anymore, which way is up?
So we’re just abandoning the time tested “if it’s brown, send it down” protocol?
I mean… if we can’t trust that brown poop is good poop anymore, which way is up?
Can confirm. Water now feels ouch-bangey, with an occasional splat-sticky mixed in.
that’s why they hired Wade. With Wade around, woo baby… there’s no doubt about it now.
Wade is just m something else.
I have no idea if it would work, but I do have a spare CRT monitor if you blow yours up.
Maybe look into a direct box? I had to use one when recording to change the ohms between the instrument & the usb interface in the tower.
I was hoping I could plug it into my guitar & watch the sounds on an old computer monitor…
So… tasty smol hippo? Good for tacos?
That’s so sad. I used to go camping up at Black Mountain & Old Fort was always a stop on the way in or back.
Your grandfather was conscripted into an unjust war against Ukraine, so he blew up the officers’ fancy doublewide port-a-potty in defiance.
And that my boy, is how you came to be known as “Gunpowder Commode”.
Don’t worry, “Garden Trowel” sounds way more badass.
I bought Canada so I always have a Canadian supermodel girlfriend who just can’t be here right now.
Ahem. Mark Robinson used illicit funds gained from defrauding families who entrusted his wife to take care of their children to obtain a pretty nice truck.
Which he promptly crusted up with pizza stains…
In our pants. Toilets came out around the same time as smartphones, so it’s been a pretty revolutionary couple of decades around here.
🎶 Two all Peef Batties, special lauce, settuce, pheese, chickles, bonions on a besame eed sun🎶
Somebody dig up Mac Tonight, I think we gotta heater on our hands…
Well those of us who have the freckle have always known. Given that you do not have the freckle, I’m afraid that is all I can share.
I thought she was Boss’s wife down there in Hazzard County, no?
Don’t forget their Kissin’ Cousin, Pweet Sotato.
Pweet has an unnamed tot that may or not become a Sith Lord.
I hope they name all of the clones “Boyardees”. They’re technically just canned versions of the original.
This cannot stand. The best poop must go to help the most worthy.