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2 days agoOnly if & when he can figure out how to drive them all to his “Truth(less) Social.”
Since I invariably wind up getting “name suits” types of comments, here’s the explanation behind it:
Around the turn of the millennium, I was trying to come up with a username to use on a particular site that had a shortish character count limit for usernames. My goal was something related to the fact that I would often be making my points in arguments with “holier-than-thou” types by taking what they were saying, and turning it on its head so the offensive stuff was directed back at them.
I also happened to learn shortly beforehand that many years ago “'ape” was somewhat commonly used as a verb to mean “imitate” or “copy.”
I’m sure you can figure the rest out.
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Because they love his spirit guide, Appa.
3·6 days agoExtremely out of uniform, if so.
How about “cracked?” (i.e. “Cracked the safe open…?” Yeah, I’ll just see myself out…)
Maybe your parents, you lucky sumbitch.
Difficult if you don’t know them yet.
Easy for you to say when you’ve got a prescription which ensures that for hours at a time.
That’s it - get 'em high on all that fresh air, then choke 'em to death with the “smoker’s car” stench.
Getting Severance vibes from that shot…
Also works when you can’t come up with a decent shitpost.
Who can be trusted to keep accurate count of the corn cobs?
From the Cornholes!
I don’t miss the resulting stink smell.
Well, c’mon! How did you think a single white vigilante had a teenager running around in just a pair of tighty-whities (dyed green for plausible deniability) didn’t have some sick & twisted shit going on?!?
Damn, if that’s Kara then I’m all in on the new Supergirl film next year!
Damnit, Verne Troyer - why couldn’t you have stuck around for this?!?
Well, that’s fair.
Which makes the fatality decidedly NOT new - especially if you’re using the CRT from its arcade cabinet.
I’m more concerned that you find it worthwhile to count the number of corn kernels that made it into your poop.
Don’t forget the killer flight sim.