You would think the Caribbean national anthems would be straight choonz.

But they all kept the colonizer anthems. Which suck.

Not even a marimba in sight.

Because I’m working for the Devil.

Bad time to be reading in the bathroom.

Rock on Log by Gruk

It’s pronounced, “kar-diff”.

Yeah, but when you finally get down to the last can you get to experience that sick ass matroyshka buzz.

Probably a Utahraptor in disguise.

My router:

Accurate typo is accurate.

“Poor Impulse Control”

Pan crust. Pepperoni, Italian sausage, onions, black olives. Extra cheese.

My bran?!?

That’s what helps me poop!

So much for Live and Let Live.

Plok

Toss-up between the gen 1 computer heatsink and the Traveller in a jar.

Spicy noodle.

Close enough… get the guillotines.

6. 24/7

Get rid of BMI.

Should put the tracker in the filament, since most ghost guns just get a solvent bath when they’re done now.