White shoes or white pants.

CRAB CHAMPIONS

As a gen Xer I’ve been using this tactic for a long time.

I bet he’ll get a GoFundMe up and running in no time to get supported by a bunch of other whackjobs.

This for sure. I really enjoy what I do (I’m the lead coffee roaster for a decently-sized company). My direct boss is a wonderful human and knows how to manage people properly. Most of his power was taken away by his boss who has no people skills whatsoever and thinks he’s the smartest person in the room when it comes to operations and “efficiency”. If my boss ever leaves I’ll have to work under this douche. This guy has dismantled a lot of the systems put in place to run our order fulfillment with speed and accuracy that my boss had created. It’s so infuriating to watch. His power and authority is unchecked, and the owner relies on him so much because the owner is just the face of the company. I keep on looking for something else but my job is not the most common one out there, and I don’t want to work for a company that sends out shitty-ass, low quality stuff.

For the pope I’d be concerned if he didn’t support harboring sexual abuse.

Send them to Mar-A-Lago please.

Now we’re talkin’

Figma what?

Oh so sorry to hear about your Swasticars that passed away. Here’s five big booms.

Just imagine what would happen if the tables were turned.

Thoughts and prayers

Holding up signs of protest are the new thoughts and prayers. The status quo needs to wake up and quit waiting for someone to save them. Their daddy left to get cigarettes a long time ago and isn’t coming home.

Summer of 69 tons of fat and greasy rags

I didn’t think anyone else knew about Menara. It’s so good, and no other game has made me laugh that hard.

I really enjoy the multi-use card mechanic in The Bloody Inn amongst plenty other games. Each card can possibly used in 4 or more different ways; You just have to choose how you want to use them.

Get rekt

I hope it was a perfect phone call.

That’s all I did during summer breaks as a kid. My friends and I practically lived on our bikes.

Lindsey Graham has got to be a CEO of some insurance company. Where’s our boy?