Wouldn’t that potentially poison the well with potentially outdated or incorrect information?

Had a hairless rat briefly that we called Sir Scrote.

All we need to do is reverse the impulsors and route weapons systems into the storage matrix.

Let’s make this a thing so narcs have to learn a hilarious new vocabulary.

Now I’m going to measure out all of my drug transactions using bee-weight.

I’m holding out for an Airedale sized earwig, chittering in my lap as I skritch it’s carapace.

‘Fire, Water, Burn’ by the Bloodhound Gang for the curious.

Some of us paid good money to be bullied by titmice.

They didn’t even have tufts when I was a lad.

It was an hour walk to the nearest dungeon, and we were thankful for it.

Back then the Cat O’ 9 Tails only had seven because the Kaiser took two of em’ when… :zzzzzzzzzzz:

“What’s up you guys? This is Tater-Todd and welcome to my four hour deep dive into the Disturbing History of the Yukon Gold Potato…”

Everyone knows that hope, prayers, and fairy bites are all you need to stay healthy.

You joke, but when I worked in a grocery store people would ask for help finding something and nine times out of ten it was literally right in front of their face.

I’m imagining a dad arranging a patio for a BBQ he’s throwing later and the last step is him walking the perimeter of the yard giving all of the bushes haymakers.

Unexpected Soul Coughing.

The text book publishers are always looking for a reason to sell new editions.

Pineapple digests you before you digest it!

Gas giants aren’t planets: they’re just clouds, man.

As far away from the moths as possible. Too chaotic and irrational for me.

Doh!

Hi-Vis Boobies would be a great Riot Girl band name.

That’s the answer I arrived at as well, don’t feel so bad. I’m more of a writer than a calculator, though.