Aircraft use tungsten ballast plates. I know it requires hardware, but would that have been viable?

And my uncle Rickie’s playbook, oddly enough.

Shoulda just called them Boot Scoots

The downside: You have to shit them yourself.

They do? Oh… oh, I might need therapy.

If you said that out loud, would you have said, “lifelong Mizzuran”?

Does anybody ewse feew wike having a giggiw when I say the name… Biggus Dickus?

I keep a little bottle of tanning lotion under my pillow for the Tanman in case he comes to town.

Played so much Assassin’s Creed, I too wanted to jump off the top of a building.

Strange way to call yourself out, but you do you.

I agree. Let’s try.

That c’mon get with the program.

This has to be a caricature. For my mental health at the very least.

I like them already. They can come over anytime. Maybe we’ll have a pizza together.

#A VEGAN PIZZA

Aren’t a huge number of them dead already? Could have sworn I’d seen an article about it at some point…

I too advocate for checking your mates

“I can’t understand a fuckin’ thing in here.”

Rise Of Tenants, Fuck Landlords.

Eh, I tried.

“WHAT’S UP GAMERS. Today, I’m gonna be doing another tier list and this time it’s gonna be… yep! You guessed it! Skydiving deaths!”