Booooooo.

No “That’s a big 10-4, good buddy!”?

I answer with this a lot on Lemmy but House of Leaves. That fucking book. Everyone should read it once. If you read it multiple times you are a crazy person, and if you are not: trying to understand it will MAKE you a crazy person.

Sounds like a spell in the Italian dub of Harry Potter.

Dunno never used it, but for the purposes of comedy I decided to correlate it with pesto. I’m not a sane man.

Hey a cake is a cake, looks delicious! And I legit think 90% of fancy baking is getting good at icing and decoration, which I’m not, heh.

You mean I could have a robot mop my kitchen in the nude?!

So that’s what the kids are calling it these days.

There’s a those who forget history related masturbation joke in here somewhere, I know it…

Found the Italian.

Well the problem is that pesto, much like edible lube, has a short shelf life.

Couch with high arm rest, firm pad underneath.

Hey, this one is too wholesome. These are supposed to make you feel like shit no matter what your virtues are, I protest!

So many things. The one that gets used the most is a laundry basket which still has the old orange “Spags” price sticker on it. I miss Spags…

That’s so stupid. Why cook a broom when you could cook a mop?

Oh God please tell me I’m one of them.

HeartyChuckle#7

How are those breathing exercises I have to assume your therapist suggested going?

It’s not arguing, it’s explaining to them why they’re wrong. It’s a public service, really.

They’re not meaningless. You get badges. BADGES!