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I’m equal parts too lazy and drunk to find the other referencing article, but apparently he’s been feeding info for 9+ months. Vague memory, but that possibly predates when dotard started going-fuller-ham.

*Only* 44? Challenge accepted!

If you have Netflix, invite your friends over, have booze-a-plenty, and watch Zombeavers. You're welcome in advance..

Erm, I’ll admit to not knowing where it was sourced from. We only did it a few times per month, but the guy that provided it was SUPER into the lifestyle and I’d be shocked if it wasn’t locally sourced.

To be fair, otters are filthy, sociopathic, murderous evil dicks.

I have some amazing muskrat recipes using super-minimal ingredients from my time at Ft Delaware doing reenactments (yeah, I had the literal best job ever). Hyper-beaver can probably be cooked the same way.

How were the hooters?

Capybara: Yaaaaaas!

*steroid beaver awkward beaver-waddles over*

*ahem* The word is mongeese, and even though it isn't, this is the hill I choose to die on. While surrounded by equally adorable yet infinitely more murderous meese.

Just picture all the delicious Soylent Green we can make! JOBS!

Upside: the flaming shitbag’s usual defense of “I’m just playing a character” won’t save him this time around. Civially, he’s fucked harder than hell, and legally they’d have to try not to get him for conspiracy and inciting.

I’d guess it’ll be marijuana state wide, followed by prostitution in Atlantic County, followed by some other ‘all the things’ that AC passes as a city-specific.

Jersey resident chiming in: it’s going to be legalalized as the first in the mid-atlantic. Three HUGE reasons.

Que Meghyn explaining how the sky's just white.

Hannity: Look at these underage sluts trying to frame a future President.

Gacy wasn't a pest; he was just clowning around.

Burner’s burner yolo: Foot Up Cracka Ass’s Cracka Ass as a platform, meh, better than most platforms that Dems use as a staple these days.

You lost me at checking emails. And by old, I’m 30. (Real talk: don't email me. Or call. Or text. Just nah)

Another split of my department deals with customer calls. It’s not uncommon to hear “they didn’t say good morning to me, I want them fired!”