“Ass Aryans? That’s like, two of my favourite things.”

Or the room pooled from a conversion

People on here are sick. We’re talking about something tragic. I lament the loss of something as beautiful and precious as this. To think that a mountain could be tainted by being favoured by a genocidal dictator… no mountain deserves to be treated that way.

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Microsoft again?

When I challenge my established concepts with new ideas or angles, and realize my previously held truth doesn’t hold up to scrutiny, or is reinforced or expanded upon. For example, “is a hot dog a sandwich?” makes me reconsider how so much depends on context, and how we as humans crave labelling and categorizing to the point of it being detrimental (see biological sex vs gender, Star Trek edit wars, classical music and pornography cataloguing, etc)

Don’t ruin OP’s strategic wishful thinking

He suffers from Kamala derangement syndrome

Your partner and your equivalent parent (mom/gf, dad/bf, sensei/nf) switch place, and you have to bone one (to completion) of them to switch them back. Who do you pick, and what’s wrong with you, you sick bastard?

They put me in a room

This post reads like shit!

Fred Durst, of the famed Limp Bizkit band, is a speech therapist. You can see him wearing his signature red hat.

Fred Durst is reciting the lyrics to the Limp Bizkit song, “My Generation,” to which the lyrics during the pre-chorus are:

So go ahead and talk shit, talk shit about me Go ahead and talk shit about my g-g-generation

The last word, “generation,” repeats the first letter twice before saying the word fully, for musical effect in the song. However, since in this comic, Fred Durst is a speech therapist, he is saddened to hear his patient repeat the first letter, as the effect resembles a stutter, which would signify a failure on Fred’s goal as a speech therapist.

A large object or creature travelled through the centre of the web. The spider is nervous or relieved, either from the intensity or near-miss of the collision.

BUG-FUCKEN wild

It trickled down over the years

A Van Halen Trojan van, where a mini van held Van Halen. In our folly, we took in the mini van to spite the shitposter’s offering to Povanden, unbeknowst to us the dangers that would sneak in when we let our Vanguard down.

Was this the dude who sniffed Trump’s seat after the interview?

For example, let’s say that conjoined twins that had two heads but one body. The left-side person was mostly dominant of the left side, and the right-side person was dominant of the right side. If the right-side person had texted a threat to someone, the left-side person could potentially be completely unaware and non-complicit in the matter. Now we can also imagine an infinite number of other scenarios that make it infinitely more complex, like for example, if one of the twins attempts but fails to kill the other, or more heinous crimes, like who was in control of the bowels when passing gas.

“Alright, we have at least 6 witnesses willing to testify that they think I’m pretty. If you confess and say that at least I’m cute, we’ll let you get off easy.”

“I wanna talk to my lawyer.”

bad cop begins routine

“HOW DARE YOU, THEIR OUTFIT ALONE IS FIRE!”

”good” cop pulls the bad cop off you

“Sorry, my partner is a loose cannon. Look, we just want to make sure you’ve got good taste.”

Some motherfuckers are always trying to ice skate uphill…