threatens you with a tickle fight

I had cancer at 40.

Had.

They made me do it 2 years ago. I’m 42.

When you started that sentence with “former boy”, I thought this reply was going in a whole different direction.

OP: Can I get a button?

Everyone in this thread: Use adblock

This guy: GIVE GOOGLE MONEY!!!

Been using uBlock for like 10 years.

Very occasionally, like once every 2 years, youtube acts funky. I don’t even update. I just deal with it, and a day or two later it goes back to normal.

Women can fall out of trees. Boys are generally better at climbing trees. Thats why we had treehouses. Now those treehouses are rented for $2,000 a month…

YOU CAN WRITE A LOVE SONG!!!

Sea World

42 year old here.

…is it weird that I know what rizz is, but I’m only assuming I know what demsoc is based on context?

Canada is building a wall and making trump pay for it, after so many Americans became illegal foreigners, trying to escape nazi amerikkka.

Trump gave a blowjob to Mamdani.

…and we live in such a bizzare timeline that you innitially don’t know if I’m joking.

8ball says ask again later

Don’t forget reddit

I was 17 on that day, working my 2nd day at my first ever job. I was supposed to work my 2nd day the day before, but this McDonalds was in a mall. And they closed the mall that day.

It was soooooooo erie that day. I’ve never seen anything like it before or since, and it lasted about a week.

People were just zombies. They didn’t know how to exist. I had a register. I existed by making my own job more important than it really was. In my mind, I was there to serve a purpose of helping people by serving them something firmiliar. Anytime things got intense, I could look down at my register. Burgers and fries. Burgers and fries. Get their drink. Get them an apple pie. Job job job. No need to think. Just need to work.

But everyone else in my line didn’t have that. They were alone. Surrounded by others. All dealing with this together. Individually. Alone.

One woman, in the middle of the line, 5 registers, she’s in the 3rd line, about 4 people back, so literally in the dead center of the line with people on all sides. She’s standing in silence. Then without warning falls to her knees, laying on the ground. Openly weeping. Others assisted her in standing back up. Which formed into a group hug. She was the one who fell, but I think everyone needed that group hug.

I just started giving out apple pies. For free. My manager questioned me, and I said “look at these people. We all need a little something today. If you want to charge me for the pies so be it.”

She didn’t. Next day she had a box of 100 pins. The pins were those lapel pins that you can wear on your dress shirt. They were of the American flag. We gave them out. They only lasted like 15 minutes.

But Sept 12th is a day I remember almost as much as the 11th. Because of how quiet and erie everything was. How everyone had 1000% empathy. Everyone held doors for everyone else. Nobody said a word. It would have been nice if it weren’t for the massive tragedy that caused it.

Plot twist. She doesn’t reduce the number of guys flashing her. She now attracts guys who get off on being hit in the nuts.

Ok, I won’t. Partially because I have no clue who James Carville is, and partially because James Carville sounds like a guys name.

Oops! I dropped my magnum condom for my monster dong!

Don’t drink caffeine either, well not after waking up.

Are you saying you sleepwalk, and drink coffee while sleeping? Because, that’s kind of impressive.

I have no idea what thought process you are trying to convay.