The most humbling thing that’s ever happened to me is someone thinking it’s more likely that I am writing Sesame Street MPreg than me having sex in real life.
What the fuck are yall talking about
Oscar the Grouch and the Count von Count, of Sesame Street, being in a gay relationship and one of them getting pregnant.
I think it would be pretty sick to have pneumatic tubes (like at bank drive thrus) in my house but I can’t come up with a single use case for them in a residence. though thinking about it conjured the idea of putting an empty cup from my desk in one to send it to the kitchen sink, where it would be thrown with force and shatter on impact. and that’s pretty funny.
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