“Adult Subscription Fee.”

I dunno that sounds kinda porny

Whatever religion he’s in, he’s probably the only member.

🍦 🍨

Is this assuming that women don’t suffer from the same thing?

Up until about 3 years ago I had always that it was JFK on the dime. Turns out the dime is Roosevelt or something.

Yeah. John Wilkes Booth definitely committed a crime.

that one’s easy. Just throw the junk keychain into the trash.

Keep your car music at a volume that only you can hear. Nobody else wants to hear it. And if you wear headphones while driving, at least that will get you thrown in jail or suspended driver license so society will be better without people like you out there.

A true degenerate couldn’t have a wholesome racism-reversing epiphany experience like this.

What’s against the law? Wearing headphones? You’re the only one who wants to hear your music. Wear headphones.

careful. The mere mention of toilet paper shortage makes everyone go out and panic buy.

same! hello neighbor!

Makes me wonder if Wil Wheaton low-key didn’t want to be narrating the book at all, and maybe his sarcastic smug tone was a reflection of how he felt about the whole damn job. Maybe he felt he wasn’t getting paid enough etc

Do you have other sociopathic traits which cause you to thoughtlessly selfishly behave in ways that disturb others/wake people up with heart attacks/wake up sleeping babies/cause noise pollution, for your own pleasure? Do you feel like silence is an uncomfortable void that must always be filled? Do you not realize that silence is the neutral mode in which we all live peaceably, and when silence is broken it’s best done purposefully & meaningfully, not obnoxious & intrusive & selfish? Who wants to hear your music? YOU do. No one else does.

WEAR HEADPHONES.

Rather humid over there. Makes sense.

But Trump should be the asshole

But are those bones even from a pig? They vaguely look like the rib bones you use as handles when you eat spare ribs at a restaurant.

Probably how Choose-Your-Own-Adventure books were meant to be until the publisher told the author: “Hey listen we can only afford to print one book ten thousand times. Not eleven books nine hundred times.”

Maryland?

And if he had practically no commute between home and work, at best he got maybe 6 hours of sleep per night. Then immediately back to work. I wonder when he had a chance to eat or use the restroom. I suppose he ate & used the restroom while he was stuck at work.

Staahp, I can only get so aroused