April 26th 1992. There was a riot on the streets tell me where were you? You were sittin’ home watching your TV. While I was participating in some downvoting.

Latch key ones?

I had a friend pull a “think fast” on me one time, and they threw another friends mom’s dildo at me like a football.

I did a diving catch and landed in cat puke. Be me laying in cat puke holding a questionably sanitized dildo.

I mean, I made the catch, so I still see it as a win.

I want to explain everything that is wrong with this post, but I’m afraid of the implication.

I want to upvote it so more people see it and can downvote it.

Downvote two comments in the morning. Downvote two comments at night. Downvote two comments before I downvote two comments. It makes me feel alright.

At 22, I did not go to bed. The night was alive, and the world was my oyster.

Waste of internet bandwidth. I don’t like hearing about narcissists flopping their prangus around in their chairs.

I don’t get it. Why is it just the same image over and over again?

You live in society. Hang your head in shame.

Yes, it is. It’s absolutely is, and no one should be ashamed of it. That’s counterproductive self-defeating nonsense.

I imagine huffing their own farts this much must catch them a buzz, at least.

Ya, the meme is trash, but attraction is important. It may evolve or surprise you, but it is relevant.

Factoid bingo!

There’s also insertion and water pressure issues. It doesn’t add up, I tell you.

The van shot pizzas, dude.

Quit making capitalism sound cool.

So do independent restaurants. Even small towns and rural areas have them. They exist because people go there.