Que viva los San Patricios, one struggle one fight
06.03.2026 01:50
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Que viva los San Patricios, one struggle one fight
Fuck around and find Pickles
We all promised MORTY
She's gone mad with power Gregg
Jeremy go to bed
One bourbon
One Scotch
One Beer
Sure, I'm not that far gone.
Lying hun bastard, wannabe hardman and shite cook, GTF Gordo lol
Can you please get that can for me? Yeah the one on the top shelf. Thanks.
The on-topic, sincere reply that is soberingly tragic and makes us all feel bad about our light-hearted riffing.
With great Tallness comes great Responsibility Zellers
JFC "dry eeds"
Whatever they did for her has been enduring, evil spirits have never had a chance with our 'stina, the Aristocratic Mexican lol
lol fucking flawless alibi, smelling like a bonfire with ashes in our hair, pissing ourselves
lol ... exploding shit! We used to play war games in the woods & reedy marsh behind our suburban development with air guns. Then we learned bottle rockets could be RPGs. Lit the whole field of dry eeds on fire one summer, 5 alarm, sprinted back to M's house to pretend we'd been playing Stratego.
Never liked my body much. Never did much for it to be fair except load it with terrible shit, all things considered it's fair enough it still carries me around and thank fuck strangers don't need to see much of it these days. That said, could be fucking worse, still fit my clothes (mostly).
Nothing is real, everything is permitted
My mom didn't. She pulled up to the very corner where we were hard at work destroying federal property, came out raging. Made me call the post office and everything, big bakelite phone, tears, snotters. Thought I was going to jail.
When I didn't, my moral compass went all to hell.
It's not nothing, you unseasonably sexy fella, but it is not what anyone I know who is not insane would consider "lewd"
lol naw
Not even a hairy nipple in sight, this is nothing
Saint Wendersthurve Eve
Not gonna do specifics but thinking about examples and they all mostly fall into two categories, which are (1) telling the truth and (2) believing I was told the truth, also there was that time in 5th grade when my pal convinced me to put snow in the mailbox, that was fucking dumb as hell and bad.
How bout you hallucinate yourself inta the kitchen and get me a sandwich
The one true holy Catholic & apostolic church gave us Bishop Romero, among others. There were some decent prods as well, usually baptists. Bible Church gave us shit like Creflo Dollar and all those cunts with headsets on. There's no god, but for fuck's sake at least know the club you're joining.
"The worst pain there is"
This is, I know, the worst thing in the world but it will never leave me and I will laugh every time, apologies.
youtu.be/g9GBuciv20A?...
A duck trucker was someone who drove trucks full of ducks, duh
Dad's Da worked for Grumman on Long Island in WWII, then the IRS, was an unrepentant Marxist and Irish Republican until the day he died at 93.
Mom's Da was a duck trucker on Long Island, played clarinet in the Army band in WWII, died of lung cancer when I was just a kid. We played checkers.
Jeremy heel turn
Terrific, radiant, humble
Gather round children
"unseasonably large" has me dying, like a Charlotte Web over Wilbur's County Fair Pen