[creates draft of a statement where he insists that he does not condone violence on the off chance Smuttins goes on a punching spree]

Yo, punch away.

That’s a world I could stand to live in!

+1 superweapon

I’m late to the (comment) party. Are we still handing out recs for not knowing who this dips**t was a week ago?

These kicks are fire
Don’t care what pundits think
Still looking for a buyer
The price is pretty steep
I’ll take it even higher
That’s what you do
With no deal
And some shoes that
No one wants
No one wants
No one wants

YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.*


*Jamaican roots on my mother’s side, so.

+0 goal differential

Always goaltending truthers.

Still good!

WAIT, WHY ISN’T THE DRIVER THE CAMERAMAN. THAT’S NOT HOW YOU DRIVE-BY, GUYS.

Oh, ‘round these parts we typically blame Gregory Roman...

MISSION ACCOMPLISHED, Sergio.

I mean, all Hotepery basically amounts to fan fiction, so.

Anti-anti-Umar rebellions are built on hope. Or something like that.
(The best part is the replies which are clearly for Harriot but threaded—in the greys—under the OP.)

Yeah, no.

What Ol’ Poop might not already know is that anybody can look at anybody’s comment history to figure out what did or didn’t happen and what any ol’ body (or any ol’ Poop) might or might not have said on any given day.

“Yet our best-trained, best-educated, best-equipped, best-prepared troops refuse to fight. Matter of fact it’s safe to say that they would rather switchhhhhhhh than fight.”