They don’t get it. They won’t get it, until they get it.
Never gonna get it, never gonna get it.
Never gonna get it… WOOT woot whoot woouhoouhoo.
They don’t get it. They won’t get it, until they get it.
Never gonna get it, never gonna get it.
Never gonna get it… WOOT woot whoot woouhoouhoo.
My sister in-law? Broke as fuck, came across a windfall from an accident that never came up before, spent more than a third of it on… a fucking F-150 platinum. Still deep in debt, living in low income housing, doesn’t have a job.
My first car was an '86 Cutlass Supreme. Watching what they did to all of the G-bodies as time went on made me really sad.
Go ahead and change it, but call it something else.
RIP Old Smobly.
I did this today. Beats the shit out 2.5 hours before it goes off, and nicer than hitting snooze every 5 minutes for half an hour.
Something something identify as a attack helicopter. Hur dur der.
Now I see bees I won.
While the comeback is great, a rhotacism is pretty treatable with a bit of effort.
I’m an Isaac Arthur fan.
Where the FUCK did all of these fucking spoons come from?
He must’ve forgotten to add “…in Minecraft.”.
Brined and slowcooked. Like a brisket, but fattier and more cathartic.
A pizza my parrot ordered. May have been a shoe.