You mean synchronized gaying?

I think he’s grokking.

Praise be to Urkle!

This guy shot JFK, brought down the twin towers and played Chinese checkers with Mao…letting him win, no less.

69, son. 69.

If you have a problem with neurodivergent ape namers, please understand that you’re wrong wrong wrong.

Is that a poetic way of referring to his life?

Check out this fucking guy. Is he just coming down off of the ketamine?

Fuck. Now it’s the Nopemobile?

Not only am I aware and I consent to the microscopic bumping and grinding on my facial follicles, I occasionally rub one out just thinking about the gang bang going down between my eye brows.

Oh come on. You know.

You’re fucked mate. The eternal fat shaming death spiral has begun.

Could be your specific algorithm mate because I haven’t seen these these things you mention.

Which one?

Definitely worth the microplastics and fart infused libations. Aunt Bertha can get that pressure high enough to squirt a laser beam of wine across the living room.

Articles have stated that soaking does not prevent the spread of sexually transmitted infection and may still result in pregnancy.[3]

…All the risk without the fun… Like sticking an alcohol drenched tampon in your booty hole.

Looks like the artist is actually closer to those three points.

She keeps that copy near the toilet so that she has a light read on hand for those post-Taco Bell sweat inducing shits.

The foreskin is in the front. What you’re doing is stuffing that snickers in your churro cutter.

Well it just happens to be International Foreskin day, which is pretty special because it only comes around every fore years.