Ah yes! "Fronting and Facing," as it was known in my retail days. It gave me a perverse OCD thrill. Sometimes I still catch myself doing it when I'm grocery shopping. (Fuck that forced overtime aspect, though.)

Also, you start from the center of your anus, and measure to just past the tip. That's my technique.

Have an upvote for the many times I've cut your funding

I gotta make my dumb joke, man; ain't got time to "check" "facts."

What, for failure to use a hashtag?

Thank you for making me google the phrase "lucky crack pipe." Pretty sure most crack pipes are cursed though since they're damn near impossible to unequip

Sometimes I consider upvoting you, but then I'm like, "Relax, self. Manimal's already got that covered." Thanks for always having my back, bro!

Mrs. Whatsit, Mrs. Who, and Mrs. Which.

Oops! You forgot to not be creepy!

*tweets Ben Plumm's home address*

Belwas I miss you

Freys. </manderly>

That laugh. That harrowing laugh.

KORL

And here I was, thinking my father had come up with that phrase. It is delightful.

*Sweet Dee dry-heaving into the microphone*

At this point, I know the inside of her mouth like the back of my hand.

(…Donald Trump, who was willed into existence when
someone rubbed a monkey's paw on a screen cap of a Breitbart article)

As Broad City has taught us, the vajaña is nature's pocket.

…and perhaps just a wafer-thin mint.