i feel like my reputation for loving to make fun of guys who are weird to me on here has resulted in people acting disproportionately normal to me more or less. which sucks cuz now i don't get to make fun of weird guys, a thing i love doing
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Ok fine LIBERAL, just remember My Wife Left Me And Took The Kids and brown people scare me because I ate a chilli once and a dripped-out black dude laughed at me because I cried
I did find this guy earlier, he seems pretty cool but it is all buttcrack as far as I can tell. No politics or anything, he's just here for fat buttcracks.
My deepest apologies m'lady *tips hat* I'll be sure to behave in a strange and inappropriate manner in your comments, may I see your feet? *sniff SNIIIFFF snort*
Can’t you just @ cybersmith? Is he not enough? Should we start weird guy conservation efforts? Or better yet, breeding programs? * buzzes secretariat button * Get me cybersmith on the line
Here I was, about to enjoy my sandwich.
Peanut butter. Or so it seemed.
Suddenly I thought I saw movement!
My sandwich wiggled! There must be something alive in it!
My mother must be planning some kind of filicide: undoubtedly there was a slug or some other loathsome mollusk hiding in my lunch.
Dispute the protestations of my eating companion, I investigated further. Poking my sandwich did nothing, so I decided to give my lunch the smell test.
When suddenly!
AUGH! AUGH! It got my nose! The peanut butter ITSELF was alive!
This dastardly killer nut-paste was oozing all up my face. It was going to suck out my eyeballs. I cried for help, but my companion could only wince at this gruesome spectacle.
After an Herculean struggle, I finally freed my face from the foul feast. It was a battle to the death, and I brought death upon my nefandous peanut-based assassin by drowning it in chocolate milk.
I have won. Mom's little plot has failed. I live for yet another day.
My companion did not share in my moment-of-triumph. She vilipended my victory for it's grotesque nature. Far from basking in glory, she left in a snit.
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Lets see, uh, I'm angry because a random character in New Game (tm) doesen't look like a SFM porn sex doll.
what do you think about this one champ?
You must BECOME the weird guy.
https://bsky.app/profile/buttcrack.bsky.social
for having good opinions and a love of life. won’t happen again pinky promise
Do you have to be a guy to be a reply guy?
Is asking too many questions weird?
Peanut butter. Or so it seemed.
Suddenly I thought I saw movement!
My sandwich wiggled! There must be something alive in it!
My mother must be planning some kind of filicide: undoubtedly there was a slug or some other loathsome mollusk hiding in my lunch.
When suddenly!
AUGH! AUGH! It got my nose! The peanut butter ITSELF was alive!
I have won. Mom's little plot has failed. I live for yet another day.
The moral of the story: Girls are so weird.