rarely-sober-insomniac
Rarely Sober Insomniac
rarely-sober-insomniac

These shows and the PJs they force these poor bastards to wear.

It is all just puppets and hands up asses, all the way down.

These fucking clowns really believe they live in a fucking movie.

I used to do a little but the little wouldn’t do it so the little got more and more

I shouldn’t be surprised anymore, really, but how does someone in a court case like this (national fucking attention, people) manage to think about pulling a stunt like this, plan to pull a stunt like this, and then OPEN THEIR MOUTH and actually fucking go through it?

You are remembering correctly. The math is strong in this series.

“We’re rebels! Rockers riding the lonely road! We got long hair and hate the man! Drugs!

Unrelenting navel-gazing, math words, and gobs of money does not a watchable show make.

Will have to wait to see how much sibling almost-fuckery occurs on Sunny before I can fairly weigh in.

Yeah, I dunno if ordering from an app is “from a robot” quiet yet, Thunder. The badly slapped together burger and undercooked fries are still, at this moment, being assembled by human folk.

“That rich lady is being hassled by hungry hogs!”

“SWOLE!”

There is a rare physical thing that happens to the ol’ scrotebag where it retracts into the body, generally during an animal attack.

“If I hit the Elvis impersonators I get bonus points!”

If my humble abode caught fire whilst I was fully buck and I was unable, somehow, to seize upon any emergency clothing then I can assure you I would still escape the flames, nudity be damned.

Ten bucks on how many of the staff would correctly spell rogue, if asked verbally?

“Ron, you know I love you but Matt has really been knocking it out of the park. You know Matt? He loves the ladies, loves them so much, it is really something. Women love a VP that loves the ladies, Ron. I’m gonna need something more from you, Ron.”

Tried out RE7 and made it to the old lady fight where you have to blast her in her mutated crotch-bits a bunch. She scuttles after you, eggsac-vagina first, while you empty round after round into her threateningly monstrous genital region.

He was once indeed America’s Huckleberry.

It happens to the best of us from time to time.