It’s just about the only legal, non-prescription way to really get your testosterone through the roof.

Number 37. In this case it’s even kind if appropriate.

Maybe I’m sheltered but I don’t know of a single atheist attacking trans people. I’m not saying there aren’t any because anyone can be an asshole but I’m not sure if it’s a lot.

I don’t have words to describe how much I would hate to use one of those. I already feel like I’m scratching the paper with the 0.5.

And…yea. You’re right. I got my decimal point in the wrong place.

My handwriting is borderline illegible already and I find with the 1.0 pens I just end up with blobs of ink.

With a .07 ball. I don’t tolerate .05 or .1 heretics in my G2 superiority worldview.

You only know the answer because you were there when the picture was taken.

I thought it was common knowledge that you shouldn’t pour bleach down an unconscious person’s throat until after you’ve managed to shove so much of your first up their ass that you can use them as boxing gloves.

Bold of you to assume that Big Bird isn’t eternall and unchanging. Before the universe was created, Big Bird was there. When the last protron decays at the end of time, Big Bird will be there. He is always present, unyielding, and Big.

Everyone knows that frozen peas are only good for two things: icing your face after having your wisdom teeth out and icing balls after a vasectomy. That bag in the freezer isn’t going anywhere anytime soon.