Where’s my fellow "yo’d’ll"s at

Can’t speak to now, but 30 years ago? Yeah.

Pipe? What pipe? I said piss slot I meant piss slot

just pop on by and have a bowl. it’ll be fun

I’ve got that and a whirly pop. The whirly pop does better popcorn, but all I have to do to clean the air popper is shake it upside down. So we run about a cup of kernels through the air popper every night.

If it were so easy as the comic suggests to rid ourselves of desire, we’d all be in nirvana already.

You might like the book The Secret Life of Lobsters by Trevor Corson. It’s a good, educational, and entertaining read.

After I wake up and take my nightly midnight turd sesh (all y’all lucky piss losers) I drink about as much water as I pissed away. What’s the point of having a fancy water bottle if you don’t use it and keep it full of ice water 24/7

Condom catheters, my dude. It’s a catheter you don’t have to insert. Just gotta get used to pissing the bed again.

Does it share a wall with the tub? Just put a little piss slot in the wall. Cheaper.

they are not as much fun as lacy parasols

the United States one is very funny

Not anymore at least

What if it was a legal contract killing? Like, uh, I don’t know, blessed by the pope or something

Politics under Clinton seem civil now

As is tradition

My dude, I’ve had a few friends abs roommates who are refugees. All I will say is that war is hell, and to invite it is madness.

Eating flies. We’ve also planned ahead for lizards to eat the spiders, snakes to eat the lizards, gorillas to eat the snakes, and winter to kill off the gorillas.

I’ve got this great hiking wool sock. It’s strangely soft for being wool. I bet it’s pretty nutritious compared to that poly-cotton blend.

I’m so sorry