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Poppycock.
Poppycock.
“TO FIND IT… TO FIND IT… TO FIND IT…”
God help you if he takes his right hand out of his pocket.
Shiiit, man. That honky mofo messin’ mah old lady–got to be runnin’ cold upside down his head, you know?
It’s blue play-dough, we have boundaries.
You know what somebody’s going to go and do now.
Fucking h*ck.
Let me guess: Front trunk? Please tell me I’m wrong.
Oh, thanks! That’s gross, I’ll stay away from that.
Jesus Christ, it’s like they made a new RoboCop out of the girl from The Ring
Ah, fuck I miss the goons, too. I still log in every couple of years or so. It’s sort of like walking down a street you used to live on. It’s all still familiar, but nothing is really the same.
I was hoping you could help me with
Just kick back and relax, you’re good for 10 days!
I made a shit comment, I’ll admit. It’s just frustrating to see multiple top-level comments in meme, 196, and shit post threads shitting all over a clever joke because of a technicality. It’s a fucking giraffe, this is not a PSA.
Ah, yes! Another joke solved by Lemmy! Thank God nobody has to laugh at this amusing thought anymore. What an upsetting situation that would have been.
Maybe he has another one somewhere.
I’d be careful with that imagination of yours… If you know what’s good for you ಠ_ಠ
We would have accepted “get the fuck out.”
He was the son of Godzilla, after all.