I’m waiting for my sweet 200 in tax returns and rolling it into scratch tickets.

Nearest I can imagine is that he wanted to have a magnetic spot on his stomach for party tricks/TikToks.

Public School Child would be wearing jeans and a tshirt, at least around here.

They forgot on the terlet.

The hard part is stapling your scrotum to your chin.

Fun fact: Just rubbing your thumb and middle and fore fingers together will draw some cats. It doesn’t work on all of them, though.

I can’t remember the band or the song, but there was a jam band song that went in for 40ish minutes at a bar I used to go to. You could play it four times for a dollar.

Fam be jerkin for that Merkin.

The powdered wig served the same purpose.

Bizarro! I love you! Bizarro!

Spurtles are where it’s at.

I had a group of friends that moved there from the Midwest in the 10s, and I hope they have the presence of mind to get the fuck out.

If you didn’t have anything to hide, why do you need a VPN? /S

Some of the stupidest people I’ve ever known were brilliant engineers.

Same could be said for many people with very specific doctorates.

As the popular band Smashmouth once sang: ‘Your brain gets smart, but your head gets dumb’.

My mom had something like, ‘How To Love A Troubled Child’ in her bedroom bookshelf.

Always hoped it was for my sister.

My mind has remained boggled to this day.

You could give an emu of Kingsfield a try.

It is kind of silly, in retrospect.

The skeletons that follow me around IRL don’t carry oversized buckler shields.

They just quote former failed relationships and keep just out of arms reach.

I’m trying to figure out how I can incorporate the 12 foot skeleton into my 100sqft studio apartment.

If I leave the windows open and it’s scaling the side of the building and I move my bed I think I can make it work.

The people on the fifth and sixth floor may complain, though.

Because it was blatantly racist. I only saw it on a VHS of various cartoons from the 50s-60s that my southern grandparents probably bought at a truck stop not knowing what was on it.

There was also a cartoon where the main character was an explorer being chased by charicatures of indigenous natives that wanted nothing more than to poke him with spears and cook him in a pot.