This is what happens when I sit on my balls.

Gang of Pedophiles

Tiny hands, indeed. Yet the perfect size for fisting oneself while raping and/or killing children.

Terrifying birds. Nothing in media or zoos can prepare you for a close overhead swoop as it lands on the lowest branch of a nearby tree… maybe 8 feet from the Earth’s surface. Polarizing. I was left in awe and fearing for my life.

Right? What if he’s correct in his assessment? All of us out here experiencing mid salmon when we could be having the best at our local Ruby’s.

Good to know!

With only a few generations of inbreeding, you too can have blistering sausage fingers like this man of nobility.

In my late 40s, hippie speed balls every morning. Bad(?) habit I picked up (again) within the past five years. Like a few other have said, it really levels me out, giving me the ability to fine tune my focus first thing in the morning. The absurdities at work nearly require marijuana consumption. Being a midday slug has been the only downside.

I’ve always been anti-fascist. Now, according to President Lumpy DicknBalls, I’m a terrorist because I’m not a fascist.

Unpopular opinion (or fuck, maybe popular), permanent reassignment of the term “retard” to MAGA republicans. Get on it Marian-Webster.

When did we say he wasn’t? Just because his camp isn’t speaking the obvious doesn’t mean it isn’t abundantly true. I’ll never understand how human shit piles seem to live forever, while death creeps up on the few remaining decent people in the world. Guy I work with who would literally go out of his way to help ANYONE with ANYTHING. Even helped me swap my car’s alternator in the work parking lot one afternoon (we work in IT). Lived with cancer for 9 years, died last month at 59. Meanwhile, the Pedo Party 70+ crowd dismantles the world, laughing all the way to the bank, raping kids.

Love the idea, but I was wondering about their lifespan. Or misplacing/losing it.

To a degree, kinda. Primarily responsible for technology onboarding and training as well as consulting. Subject to whatever the suits want pushed on employees. Been doing it for so long, I can’t think of any other work fitting to my current lifestyle (work to live) to know any better. Pays the midlife hell bills, leaving enough for leisure.

Made me gag. Well done!

COVID played a major part in my mother’s death, so I feel comfortable saying I welcome the hentavirus to our country. If all goes poorly, maybe it will take care of some of our more troublesome septuagenarians. 🤔

I get paid to encourage people to use it at work. I’m a problem, creating more problems to solve my own problems.

83% of commonly used household items could defeat this man. Versus a motion activated trash can? Fucker ain’t got a chance.

Hollowed eye sockets beneath the sunglasses. With eyes removed, no more notifications.

My parents smoked Reds indoors their entire life. I essentially smelled like an ashtray throughout childhood until I moved out for college. Even experienced respiratory issues throughout high school sports. Used to have to borrow my grandma’s portable O2 tank to use for practice breaks. I feel this, and I hate it.

I’ve been mildly addicted to Threes for nearly 13 years now. It’s my go-to when having to wait for anything, which is especially handy when you’re as impatient as I am (getting old). Also keeps me from doom scrolling. Just best score chasing, run based, number matching goodness.