Months are but neatly stacked piles of days in the chaos of years, the place decades gather on centuries like dust on a millennium.

Feel free to use this as new meme format

Eventually, it balances out.

Even if they love you and you want it, or when they love you and you don’t want it, or when you don’t have it; it’s too much.

Lack of &/or excess of anything is not good.

IE: I like you, but you wouldn’t want 1 billion of me liking you.

Look, we’re all just humans; capable of mistakes

Not saying that politicians are humans or anything like that…

…but I digress

At least your manager didn’t tell you that you can’t touch Cody anymore…

…always look at the bright side of life!!

As your Attorney & Judge; I hath read these abiding words and justly decided that a reincarnated baby CAN be legally ordained as spikeable (given the baby is deemed capable of apple grabbing)

Metal Clap: Furious Butt Monster Mistress In A Collapsing Trap House

*S00E001

Chapter 0.01: Clap Clap, mofo*

Metal Mario stood drooling chrome ooze at the site of Metal Clap standing in the collapsing trap house. Even the words sounded nice in his metal brain…

“Collapsing Trap House”, he said aloud.

Indeed, the words rolled off his tongue like mercury off of other metal.

Suddenly, the trap house rumbled a bit. Like Metal Mario’s tongue whilst saying Collapsing Trap House.

Metal Clap didn’t budge an inch. She just stood there twerking to Ludacris with a weird turtle barking at her.

Not only was it distracting Metal Mario from his ChromeBoner… but Metal Mario also had a deep hatred for turts. He crushed them, much like he wished to crush dat ass.

Fam, I just had an idea.

Instead of "The Wienermobile we have a big sword? Bonus points for mounted turrets.

Thicc booty thrives on metal or simply is indifferent to it?

Does dat badonkadonk have a preference?

More & this at midnight, on: “Metal Clap: Furious Butt Monster Mistress In A Collapsing Trap House”

What’s stopping this contraption from becoming an unstoppable killing machine!?

E-lect-tricity!?

Nay!

I see a future where machine can move on their own!!

Be it through sheer will, lust, or possibly even self contained sources of power!

I’m warning you now, a day will come in the near future where robots will be wearing pants and you’ll be naked crawling in mud… cleaning their lug nuts!

Brian Burson’s wife, Debbie (presumably short for Debububura) is into it, actually.

Oakbrook West fun shack has half priced two for one orgies on Tuesdays, password of “S-O-U-P” for free coupons.

Extra points for guinea fowl. (They are EXTRA loud)

Life pro tip: save this gif. It’s great to use in situations like “good morning” or “can chicken legally carry coffee?”

I once had a scratching post that did this for my groin area.

When it detected crotch it moved up and down similar to “Billy Bass” moving left and right, singing “Grindin” by Clipse.

It broke after I learned you could wrap a washcloth around it & use it to clean forks.

It’s pretty wild how much bigger they get, gobble.

Disclaimer: a baby is not concerned with money. It’s a fake baby. I would NEVER choke slam a real baby. Reincarnated babies that remember debts from previous lives have already been thrown away by Anubis, and if they exist we exist in the same hell as they. A dark and twisted world ruled by dark and twisted man beasts.

Luckily for me; I’ve never borrowed money.

So if a pissed off baby comes at me demanding money, I can choke slam that tiny wrinkled thug and not feel bad about it.

Exactly.

Nothing is stopping me from calling my neighbours & telling them that I think their goat is in my garden.

No matter how many times they tell me they don’t have a goat, there’s no proof that I can’t assume whatever goat that’s in my garden isn’t theirs regardless of status or reality of said goat or garden.

And this is how you end up with “Rebresker”…

… A one-eyed warrior named “Tugs” who carries a large gun that shoots swords as bullets.