Anyone ever have bottle-rocket/Roman candle fights using the metal trash can lids?
Good times…
Life absent adventure & risk IS hell.
Plot Twist:
Only less attractive.
Weiner Dogs are genetically engineered. The slow way, granted. Engineered non the less.
Sauce yer shit or flame it up and stomp it.
“There can be only one.”
Kek.
No kidding.
How tf would they know it’s from Mars?
They wouldn’t. They make shit up all day long, then hide other shit from ya.
Fucking fucks.
Florida Man will survive, Nay, he will THRIVE the acute environs of pole-reversal, Nibiru, Nucular war, TEOTWAWKI.
Yes.
At the same time.
I’ll bet you a dollar I will.