Yeah, later that day, the smell of dead skin cells never wafts out of my shower drain. But when some asshole visits and pisses in my shower, somehow, a day later, i know about it.

Yeah, they wish they could have nice showers, so they could piss in them to save the walk to the toilet, a foot away.

Nothing great about toilet paper. There are no woods. Girls get raped while pissing in fields.

Well done, Squid. +2 Tentacles

♫ P's for 'paranoia', i never knew till now 🎶

It's The Ouroboros of Content, Charlie Brown

….are you comparing Cookie to Lord Cthulhu, or Orson Welles?

And i'm not convinced you cannot buy a smoked-meat poutine bagel sandwich in some 24 hour joint just east of the Main.

Oh, Cookie. You've become clickbait.

To be fair, it was an indistinct udderance.

…and then he gets rich!! DAMN

Terrifying automatic Flaccidity Curse.

Ah. But i have a cold, see, and my nose is blocked.

Why do you need to know your own name when you're at home? Also, why are you wearing pants at home?

Why embarrassing?

As a native Montrealer speaking of our best contribution to the universe,* i say that after you've eaten 100,000 calories of poutine (i.e. over 20 servings), you are allowed to branch your palate into whichever direction you desire.

Not just cheese, "cheese curd". The cheese you find next to the cash register at the gas station.

Man, all of Ontario has their Ribfests down. Good for them, eh?

"I came with high expectations and it had a happy ending!"
- don't make me say it

Conversely, I wonder if a bald Nick Offerman with no facial hair would look like a malicious Charlie Brown.