Yeah, that’s kinda where I was going there. 

But that’s where I keep all my stuff though!

My cohort drifting into the “get of my lawn” demographic has been interesting to watch. We seem to have forgotten that we were derided as “slackers” by our Boomer parents. It’d be rad if we would maybe remember how we got shit on and stop shitting on the kids that came along after us.

So he bangs his sister instead of just kissing her?

Yes. Of course. But the QUALITY of the jokes, I mean, trying to be funny while also being at least kind of kid appropriate is hard!

I’m like 90% sure it’s because you end up using most of your brain to remember not to say “fuck” in front of your kids.

Pure blind spot systems can be reasonably replaced with a $1.89 convex mirror or, if you want to be a luddite, turning your head.

Clark bars, mary janes, sky bars, squirrel nut zippers, all gone. Gone!

“We don’t get comfortable here.”

I mean, once the erectile dysfunction drugs kicked in...

Okay, but what about Mary Janes!?!

Okay, you’ve taken my perfectly good play on words and turned it into a pun thread. What the hell, dude??!?!

I don’t want to live in this world anymore.

I feel sort of odd eating Catholics these days though...

So wait, if I eat a vegan pastor does his actual denomination matter in terms of that being a vegan meal?

Wait, a chicken plant?!? This vegan substitute bullshit has officially gone to far!

I mean, that and the part where I keep almost banging my grandmother.

Well played!

If you’ve got a stand mixer, the paddle attachment shreds chicken really well.

Eh, I feel like there's a level of disingenuousness involved in a lot of that stuff.