Hey man. I could totally use that for…some lemonade I could maybe make maybe.
Hey man. I could totally use that for…some lemonade I could maybe make maybe.
Oh hell yeah. (T-Rex sounds)
Derek needs to be on the sandwich offender list.
Guys! Look at this great prop I found in my sister’s nightstand!
In prison.
Butthole destroyed.
Make check on coin.
Massive loss in value.
No.
You see a lobbyist’s love is very different from that of a square.
This is what we in the industry refer to as a “big oof.”
Choose your Netflix Adventure:
I totally don’t constantly hit refresh like some kind of addict. Totally!
This dude can make a portal to hell with some obsidian and a lighter.
Uhhh…I’m conducting an experiment where…like what if there was a fire and you happened to be at the…used plant dealership.
Sesame Street lore is pretty complex.
Photographer: Okay what screams childhood? Hmmm. Pioneer wagon wheel…and MASSIVE cigarettes.
Heck in this market I’d fight the entire poltergeist house with a smile on my face. “Oh you like being spooky?! The power of AK-47 compels you!”
GPT4, Write a poem about a ball sack that has a mysterious seam on it.
In realms of flesh where mysteries dwell, A ball sack’s tale I’m here to tell, Its surface smooth, yet a seam concealed, A riddle of secrets, soon revealed.
Beneath the skin, a journey untold, Where life’s enigma begins to unfold, A hidden seam, like a whispered song, Invisible threads, where wonders belong.
A vessel of life, in delicate guise, Holds the promise of love in its size, Yet, a seam’s mystery, a cryptic design, In the dance of existence, it intertwines.
Perhaps it’s a mark of life’s creation, A symbol of nature’s artful foundation, Or a reminder that within us, seams run deep, Where mysteries and stories eternally keep.
So, let us ponder this ball sack’s grace, With its hidden seam, a mystical trace, In the human tapestry, where secrets gleam, A testament to life, like a waking dream.
I think it’s between 1 and 15, depending on factors like how tired, or if his horse girlfriend broke up with him for that dumb old stud.
Somehow, Queen Elizabeth returned.
Ey this’ll get ya arrested in Boston.