Netflix is crap anyway.
My DVD collection is also crap, but at least it’s my crap.
Netflix is crap anyway.
My DVD collection is also crap, but at least it’s my crap.
This is why I’m always careful to select the right fonts, letter by letter, from various newspapers/magazines.
Have those halcyon days of ransom notes passed us by?
To be honest, I’d never print a ransom note out (cf - Reality WInter and the No Good Printout of Doom) but would I be tempted to do a literal cut n paste job? Not bloody likely.
There’s all sorts of options these days…
But better to send it as an anonymous email from a php script from a compromised host.
…not that I’ve thought about that.
…crap.
I will always find you
That’s a OUaT catchphrase, isn’t it? It’s been a few years.
Anonymous
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>be fat
>go to /fit/ and find a solution
>main problem is i eat like a dumpster
>apparently things with loads of fiber is going to save my filthy soul
>“Fiber is digested slowly leaving you feeling full longer and helps with digestion”
>go out and buy two boxes of fiber-heavy breakfast bars
>the first day i have fiber bars for breakfast lunch and a lot of snacks
>i dont shit that day
>next day i fiber myself up even more
>i dont shit that day either
>fiber jesus is surely working his magic in my colon
>can feel the pounds dropping off because im not very hungry anymore
>i dont shit the third day
>i dont shit the fourth day
>thefinaldaydawns.mp3
>i have my morning coffee and feel my insides rumble in that familiar way
>the second i hit the toilet the weirdest fart in the world exits me
>it’s whistling
>just a thin continuous airstream of fart that smells like grandpapas coffin
>no sound other than the whistling hiss
>suddenly stops
>the hole is plugged
>SOS
>this shit is so solid it feels like i’m giving anal birth to Dwayne “The rock” Johnson
>hang on to the shower curtain and pray
>the rock is shot out of my asshole at mach speed
>my entire ass is covered in toilet water
>now the fun begins
>a fart that could do more damage to the ozone layer than aerosol ever did is shooting shit bullets out of me
>solid and prefectly round nuggets
>the smell is killing me
>blacking out
>the thuds of nuggets shooting around the bowl propelled by my insane fiber flatulence is giving me war flashbacks
>iwasntevenin’nam.jpeg
>my guts are yelling in german
>sounds like a moose in heat lives in my belly
>most of the shit isn’t even digested at this point
>just forced out by all the gas that had been building up to my throat
>after an hour it finally seems to be over
>im shivering and crying
>both legs collapse as i try to stand up
>my stomach hitting the bathroom tiles forces one last trumpet
>gondorcallsforaid.rar
>shakily wipe my ass
>completely clean
I will be disappointed if…
… doesn’t become a thing.
Reminds me of:
Inigo’s Guide to Networking Success
Is it bad(?) that my first thought on reading this (and subconsciously seeing a numbered list below) was along the lines of:
Good reviews of bad restaurants are the best. Especially when the bad restaurant is catering to the money to burn crowd (or at least those who think they are).
Some people are definitely looking forward to Captain Marvel movie.