Heyheyheyhey muthafuckas!
No matter how many times I see this, it will delight me for the rest of life:
I personally believe, that U.S. Americans, are unable to do so, because uh, some, people out there, in our nation don’t have maps. and uh…I believe that our education like such as in South Africa, and the Iraq, everywhere like such as...and, I believe they should uh, our education over here, in the U.S. should help the U.S. or should help South Africa, and should help the Iraq and Asian countries so we will be able to build up our future, for us.
STRONG TALK.
I saw a Subway ad on TV advertising their pepperoni sub for $5 and I realized that I have no goddamn clue what a pepperoni is or how you make it. I'm thinking they just take a bunch of sausage and mix a bunch of spices and stuff, then mash it up and cook it somehow (?), then it comes out in a big tube. It is just weird to think about someone cooking a pepperoni, like before it becomes PEPPERONI, ya know? Somewhere in Naples there's some old Italian grandma with an oven full of spicy sausage, in the process of becoming pepperoni. I may be way, way off with this.
I can hear music way off in the background right now, like a mile or so away, but can't quite make out the song. I think it's a beach music band. They're...oh shit, I just realized they're playing "Listen to the Music." OH FUCK __THAT'S THE DOOBIE BROTHERS. Jesus that is a weird coincidence. I feel like the thread should end on that.
The last few pictures on this thread have really brought me great joy. (just heard a bat sound outside)
I want to hear more about your bro getting busted by your mom. I feel like there's a fun story behind that.
DWARVESDWARVESDWARVS <----- that can all be typed with one hand
I would pay $250 right now for a fried twinkie from the State Fair. Or some goddamn tractor ice cream.