I don’t read DMs.
Just dip the toast in melted butter, like grandma used to.
B. Because it’s relative.
Also, because Cave Johnson is your dad.

Lick the lid!

Ugh! LUCKY!

Balances out the cigarette stench.

Sex without love is just dirty.
So dirty.


Don’t expect any sympathy from Donald or Peter. They just don’t give a fuck.
Hey! I’m hoppin’ here!
It’s cool for everyone to wear. Happy now?


Contact your neighbors on FB and Nextdoor. The more taxpayers you have on your side the better chance you have. One person shouting will be ignored. Fifty people at a city council meeting will get noticed.
Trees are expensive to maintain, in addition to cracking sidewalks and roads, they need water, the leaves need to be cleaned up, they need to be trimmed, and they pose a liability risk so need to be covered by insurance.


Fuck you, Peter. You’re among the greatest threats.


The French widely mistrust their politicians.
As a life-long recovering klutz, I sometimes knock my ankles together. But, never my knees.

“Pharmacist”
They tryna fuck! Stop taking pictures! Damn!
Perv.
Nothing to see here, just a man playing with his dolly.

Fine. But, no free feet pics.

What are those four things (shelves?) on the wall in the upper, right corner?
Sadly, the URL is dead.
We’ll never know.