Waking up on Saturday

“Celeborn was a Sindarin prince of Doriath, being the grandson of Elmo”

2039 is gonna be lit.

“My gran could do better! And she’s dead!”

sad trumpet noises

“I’ll take some of those ones with sprinkles.”

“Mr. Vance, those are rat turds”

Twitter is the pile of Atari E.T. games they found in a New Mexico landfill.

Oh my god stop! He’s already dead!

Or a politician looking for a lot of vacant upholstery to vilolate?

Jamming out, you hit a bump. The CD player perched on your passenger seat just skips horribly and can’t read it anymore. 🤌

Run you fools!

So it begins…

How about these?

A penis can become a ranged weapon.

Story sounds like vultures fighting over a carcass.

HOLY FUCK THIS IS AMAZING!

Was the 90s, before the nationwide ban on smoking in public places and restaurants. Which I think happen very shortly after I graduated… I recall a protest about allowing smoking on campus at college.

Anyhow the highschool I went to wasn’t exactly with it. Basically was in the boonies and under the radar of national regulations. I kind of feel like they just let the seniors use the space to avoid conflicts with the aggressively redneck families that populated the area. Same went for all the lifted trucks waving confederate flags, no one was about to start that fight.