I bet the folks sitting next to the victim thought “let’s get yadier”

SABA SABA SABA SABA

-by which you almost must certainly mean non-paraplegic hipsters, because I am incapable of summoning a vision of arms-bearing hipsters.

For me, personally... this is COTD.

Be careful, $kay, David’s little head may explode. Wait... I mean... oh, whatever, both true.

That orange truck-owning hillbilly, as you call him, likely would and could shoot his (or any other) dog if said dog were terminally ill, wounded or too damn old to possibly be comfortable. He would also likely bury or burn the remains on his property. Why? Not because he didn’t love the dog, but because he’s…

So... just to be clear...

I came here to see the bared souls of the degenerates that proliferate this website. I got what I came for.

Yes, death is sad, and particularly death by suicide. The lingering thoughts of what could have been done to prevent the act can be haunting.

Gear. Dog. Why?

...and Russia from her house

Nice and all, but she ain’t no Vanden Plas

I own both brands. A couple of pairs of the ExO’s and maybe six of the DA’s. The ExO’s are without question the more comfortable of the two, as they seem to stretch/sag less than the DA’s throughout the day. Both are great, but the ExO’s are in a league of their own.

I own both brands. A couple of pairs of the ExO’s and maybe six of the DA’s. The ExO’s are without question the…

+1 for getting into to YYZ into my head.

This sounds like the comment of someone who is both bad at sports and also desperately wanted to be nicknamed long ago, but never was.

Good stuff, David. Makes me realize that things just aren’t that bad on my ‘73 CJ5, and makes me want to get back to WORK.

“Bitch, you gonna be outta a job tomorrow. Fuck-ass nigga.”

Obvious joke is obvious. Yawn.

Or...

Counterpoint.