>the mascot from my nightmares

We had a Little Caesar suit just like this at the store I worked at, and we would send Carrie to go wave at traffic in it when there was nothing else to do. I wonder how many of those were made? lol

I'm sure it already smells like Aunt Becky's leftover stew in there. I'd just let it go to add some diversity.

Cloakman sounds like the Grand Wizard's personal assassin.

It's gotta be so damn hot in there.

I like to get a rook to Mercury asap and just cultivate my mass while the opposing army approaches. As soon as they get in range of my rook, I sacrifice my queen to convert it into a brothel. Most people don't invest in lust protection so they have to make raw saving throws which really suck so early in the game.

>And homie still has a truck Subaru full of his stuff. What a poser.

FTFY

I had that last week, now I'm shitting out rough beasts slouching towards Bethlehem.

But not on Sundays.

Educating kids about the realities of shark attacks left an alarmist void that something had to fill. It will be even more fun when quantum sciences become more prevalent and new discoveries lead to headlines like "Quantum Computing Spells Doom For Humanity" when some kid in Italy figures out how to play Doom on a quantum computer.

Reminds me of my old boss, "stop saying 'please' so damn much because it makes things sound optional." Courtesy is vulnerability in our modern era.

Andy Kaufman comes back every 100 years to try and save humanity, and we always wind up making him give up and leave.

Precisely.

When you do James' personal mission in ME3.

Perhaps you might just try rubbing the clitoroast?

Double-tap. Don't forget He's a zombie.

Idaho Man did this very publicly a couple of years ago. That guy's the biggest knob, and the whole "just a prank bruh" is what you think it was. He spoke his truth and then was too chickenshit to own it.

"Welcome To The First Church Of Appliantology!"

Giant Cat Gang Rules My Heart

Right after I moved to Boise, there was an accident on the freeway where some truck hauling steel pipes had one come loose. Went right through the windshield of the person behind them and impaled them. Some real Final Destination type shit.

Well, it's kind of like Aaron Rodgers and Ben Roethlisberger. They might be great quarterbacks, and they still do impressive shit at their age, but they often become the adage: "either die a hero or live long enough to become the villain."

They'd just been around long enough that we got to know them too well.

We had a delivery driver at Little Caesar's who had no respect whatsoever for the men's watercloset. Between deliveries, he would take these amazing shits that would always clog the old 3.5 gallon toilet and stink up the whole fucking restaurant. Now you got me wondering if he wasn't stuffing shit down the toilet and using fart spray. Either way, it wasn't my problem; it was just obnoxious to work with.

Bonus points: when the kid got fired, he used the toilet one last time, and double-deckered it.

Leave it to a Dunmer to finish a Bosmer's work.

This is also the face I make when trying to remember if I closed the garage door before I left for work.