1688 pts ยท August 1, 2017
My bum gets destroyed by gales all the time, especially after chipotle. I don't see what the big deal is...
Hunting Horn while I eat more mushrooms than my grandma in college.
Good question. I have intestinal problems so I use the toilet stool myself. I know they make collapsible travel versions.
Because companies own the government.
Wars? You mean there's more than one?
Are the rest of us just walking skeletons at this point? When's the next skeleton war?
Neither of which they'll do because they're all gobbling Dear Leader's slimy crotch.
Now watch nothing be done about it.
Tony Bgawk?
I don't smoke in any form so I'm super unfamiliar as to what the first two are exactly. Would you care to explain what a flower and cart are?
Imagine blue being the one that boosts the weirdboy powers so he does the classic Genie bit...and then spontaneously explodes from too much WAAAGH build-up but everyone thinks he teleported instead of being vaporized into a fine mist.
There's a Robin Williams one? Now I'm just imagining a comedian ork that painted themselves blue instead of red or yellow to try to figure out what that color does...
Sounds like a kitsune with a confidence problem.
An all-minotaur orchestra?
My lunch!
But what about the one that's cunning and brutal?
I mean, only natural it'd go off! The guy's clearly on fire...
Colonel Angus? I love his beef!
I guess I'm secretly a zombie then?
The one doing situps in the bun freaking sent my sides into orbit.
Clearly I haven't gone far back enough with my time machine...
There were also 'saber rakes' or 'light-foils' that were basically toned down lightsabers used for dueling by aristocrats on one planet I forget the name of, like 'ye olde rapier dueling' style.
Except himself, of course.
And at this rate it'll never happen.
I'm afraid I don't get the first one.
The mere thought of that makes me squirm...
It definitely wouldn't change anything. No empathy, after all "don't commit the sin of empathy" and all that.
And sadly not with sprinkles.
Considering what's going on, that typo is accurate. They smell like farts.
It's different when the people being "punished" own those that are supposed to give them punishment.
My bum gets destroyed by gales all the time, especially after chipotle. I don't see what the big deal is...
Hunting Horn while I eat more mushrooms than my grandma in college.
Good question. I have intestinal problems so I use the toilet stool myself. I know they make collapsible travel versions.
Because companies own the government.
Wars? You mean there's more than one?
Are the rest of us just walking skeletons at this point? When's the next skeleton war?
Neither of which they'll do because they're all gobbling Dear Leader's slimy crotch.
Now watch nothing be done about it.
Tony Bgawk?
I don't smoke in any form so I'm super unfamiliar as to what the first two are exactly. Would you care to explain what a flower and cart are?
Imagine blue being the one that boosts the weirdboy powers so he does the classic Genie bit...and then spontaneously explodes from too much WAAAGH build-up but everyone thinks he teleported instead of being vaporized into a fine mist.
There's a Robin Williams one? Now I'm just imagining a comedian ork that painted themselves blue instead of red or yellow to try to figure out what that color does...
Sounds like a kitsune with a confidence problem.
An all-minotaur orchestra?
My lunch!
But what about the one that's cunning and brutal?
I mean, only natural it'd go off! The guy's clearly on fire...
Colonel Angus? I love his beef!
I guess I'm secretly a zombie then?
The one doing situps in the bun freaking sent my sides into orbit.
Clearly I haven't gone far back enough with my time machine...
There were also 'saber rakes' or 'light-foils' that were basically toned down lightsabers used for dueling by aristocrats on one planet I forget the name of, like 'ye olde rapier dueling' style.
Except himself, of course.
And at this rate it'll never happen.
I'm afraid I don't get the first one.
The mere thought of that makes me squirm...
It definitely wouldn't change anything. No empathy, after all "don't commit the sin of empathy" and all that.
And sadly not with sprinkles.
Considering what's going on, that typo is accurate. They smell like farts.
It's different when the people being "punished" own those that are supposed to give them punishment.