Hey I recognize that snowbank.

Imagine bending over and having the corn plane fly up my asshole like it was the twin towers.

That’s not what I meant when I said I wanted three sisters.

You said doody.

Corndog.

That doesn’t even buy a single politician.

This is cornunism.

Watching up at JD and Erika bumping uglies.

Flicking the bean with a cob of corn in your butt is pretty nice too.

I’m not sure what you’d use the pumpkin for in this case though.

His collection of pictures of his sister’s lovely sweater puppies are about fifteen gigs I’ve heard.

And DMX is the dead rapper.

Is this the stuff that makes the machine elves appear and teach you the secrets of the universe but you forget how it works when you come down?

You should put a transfer switch in so you’re not back feeding power into the grid and shocking some poor guy who isn’t expecting it to be live.

What about Hunter Biden though?

No shit that’s why they’re rich.

One day he’s not going to wake up.

It’s way cheaper if you buy the whole ones and split them yourself.

In an alternate timeline July 13th is a national holiday.

Trix obviously.