What in the world are you talking about? This just simply isn’t true

So deep.

All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.

Does anyone have any mod recommendations?

What the fuck are you talking about?

I had the same thought. Predicably, someone did ☝️

Come on man, it’s just a show, you should really just relax

Casa Sanchez (if available in your area) makes great tortilla chips that are noticably lower in salt than other brands. They aren’t marketed as low sodium, but because they aren’t super coated in salt like, for example Tostitos, it’s the only brand I buy. They also taste way better imo

No worries. I do the same sort of thing all the time

You left out the “for churches” part, which is important context

Huge Jackedman

That would be a shame. Threshers aren’t designed to grind up trash and it might cost the owner a bit in maintenance

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Let’s not forget the bizarre ass fake power-move way he shakes hands

Totally missed that, lol

This has powerful New Yorker vibes

While I mostly agree, there is a difference. In Spotify, you can play a song and it highlights the lyrics as they are sung

Similar thing: I knew a guy that used to hit on girls by saying “I’ve got a cock that hangs 6 inches below my knee, want to see it?” If they said yes, then he would pull up his pant leg and reveal the tattoo of a rooster hung in a noose on his calf.

He was already a good looking guy, so I don’t think he needed the extra sauce, but I guess it doesn’t hurt to have a great opener like that

Wow, what a total piece of shit. A small glimpse into the kind of father that raises a hateful, murderous monster

Years ago, when projectors were common in conference rooms. Someone was giving a practice presentation before the real deal in front of 80+ audience members. It was just our team of 8 or so the room for the dry run. In the middle of the presentation, there was a terrifyingly loud POP sound as the bulb blew out in the projector. It scared the shit out of everyone in the room. We all laughed after the initial shock wore off.

One of my coworkers stepped up on a table to take a look at it. I was near him and I waited for silence in the room while he was fucking with the thing, and clapped my hands together very loudly, simulating the previous scare. He let out a shriek of terror and clutched his chest. Everyone laughed. Eventually he laughed as well, but said something like “damn, that scared me.” Within a week he had a legit heart attack.

He was ultimately okay, but I still think about it. I know I didn’t cause it, but for a long time I couldn’t shake the guilty feeling that I contributed to it. Oops. Sorry Ken.