The first bottle, IIRC.

69, son. 69.

If you have a problem with neurodivergent ape namers, please understand that you’re wrong wrong wrong.

What do me mean typo? You have a problem with food people? I’ll have you know that they make the world go round.

Seems like you need more freedom.

And even faster if you pour it into a glass like a decent human versus drinking straight from the bottle like my mom would say, “a goddam animal like your father”.

It tastes like the other bottles. They’re identical.

You just rubbed one out looking at this poor patriot’s family foto, didn’t you? And you bust that nut in a flash!

I love it. It’s beautiful too. Great job with it.

With frequency coverage from 0.29 to 52 GHz and a system temp colder than my ex’s heart at 20 Kelvin, the GBT could probably pick up the Playboy channel’s quantum echo from the edge of the universe. But unless those 64 bolometers are tuned for late-night static, you’re outta luck, champ. This baby’s built for star stuff, not soft stuff.

How many channels you getting on that bad boy? UFC? Playboy? Electric Blue?

Burying his ex wife in the bunker was only the 89th item on the 169 item long list.

So are we sending him over or what? Gotta take him now before he starts on the ozempic and then all you got is flabby skin and smelly feet.

My 300lb nephew washes his feet once every 29th of February and loves to cuddle. We can send the animal over if you like.

He divorced the posters mom, so yeah, in this case it makes sense. He’d also come home late and eat all of the posters yogurts. That’s fucked up.

Anything more the an index finger and a thumb is for beginners.

Not only am I aware and I consent to the microscopic bumping and grinding on my facial follicles, I occasionally rub one out just thinking about the gang bang going down between my eye brows.

Yeah but that attitude now makes them seem leas delicious and that’s not fair.

The Adventures of Baron Munchausen and/or Time Bandits.

Oh come on. You know.