Even if I was wrong in characterizing your comment as casually racist, and I don’t think I am, I’m not sure how I have in any way expressed racist feelings.

Hooray, casual racism!

In this case, I’m not so sure he knew.

He is a man of the people, willing to even be around black people... when he gets a haircut.

I would have had more respect for him as an American had he been eating KFC while getting a haircut.

Maybe the track was downhill on one side.

I expected more intensive tunnel digging.

Quick question: Is your profile picture you deciding whether of not to take a bite out of a pickled chipmunk? If so, I hope you went for it. Delicious.

It’s easy. A huge floating Olympic City. If a city like say, Sweet Lips, Tennessee, wants to host, the floating city just floats up next to it. In the intervening years, it can serve as a casino/libertarian fantasy land.

See a zillion lame “you stole this from Reddit”comments... make it funny... comment on internet.

Oh god. The look on his face. The terror you feel when you just realize you’re on a tigon, and not on the dog on the left. We’ve all been there.

somebody ungay this! it’s been 4 minutes already!

The true sex tiger.

Despite my lack of a robust work ethic, I can still, amazingly, identify people with strong work ethics, although, other times not so much.

The Ontario Airport used to be the least relaxing. They had speakers everywhere telling you what to do (please stand clear of the automatic doors), and the voice-work was done by Robert Stack. It was like stepping off an airplane and into Unsolved Mysteries. Thankfully, my disappearance was solved in a later update…

Try getting an older model. They don’t even have a safety. You can usually find a reasonably priced one on craigslist. I find that the rust chafing issue people worry about with the older sex horse robots is really overblown.

It was a good riding sport. Until the Taliban shut down the developmental league. Now nobody even knows how to grab the goat using proper inside out hand technique.

My great grand uncle was done in by a horse kick (true!), which punted him into the ocean where he was attacked and killed shark (I have yet to authenticate this part).

The only riding sport worth following is camel polo. And not that lame ass dromedary bullshit. I’m talking full bactrian. Here you can see my favorite team, the Ulaangom Fightin’ Buuz Eaters, take on the world champion Ulaanbaatar Construction Workers.

I though you meant having to spend time with his mother. That’s just me, I guess.