Dear God, I hate this so much. Please give me a way to make these motherfuckers feel just a percentage of the kniving pain they unknowingly stab me with… May they understand why they must change their ways.
This is definitely Numberwang!
You have to find Kenneth to answer that question.
I was absolutely expecting this song. I’m always expecting this song, but especially when I am fast asleep. The cries of the carrots…
For our shitlib friend.
Thanks for the tag!
I mean honestly, I would have advised even Saturn against it, especially in hindsight.
George rarely smiled because he had terrible teeth and wore false teeth.
Such a great show!
It’s all in the wrist.
Thanks, shelving guy! That makes sense.
He is clearly engaged in the great ritual dance known as…
The Macarena!!
Yes, my comment was an oversimplification in light of the topic. The adage is supposed to teach you to get rid of the bad apple to save the barrel.
Yeah, I think something like 15 would be the perfect “fuck you” amount for something beyond Starbucks and fast food. Enough to make it worth going, but only really enough for an appetizer.
Or be really horrible and just take one of the 50 or 100 ones for a decent restaurant, and just don’t get it activated. He won’t find out until they try to run it, I think.
This might be the most horrible idea I’ve ever had.
The phrase is “One bad apple spoils the barrel.”
Literally means all are bad if one is bad.
Edit: verb simplification.
Thank you. That is clearly the connection lost in my brain. Always appreciate you, guy!
No, like seriously, what’s going on here? Is the Count cos playing Johnny Depp or something??
Please tell me this is real.