The sea anemone has developed a very novel method of guarding its ballsack.

When you can hear each others same jokes for the umpteenth time and still laugh.

I’m not saying I do the same thing, but there are rarely any bats around me.

Welp… can’t fucking unsee that.

Why does it even need a rocket? Just let it go!

Grunch

I hate this so much

While the penis arquebus was revolutionary for its time, the relatively small size of the kidney stone projectiles and lack of forceful propulsion made it effective against only the closest of opponents.

Aww! Kinda looks like me!

Millwright specializing in water powered mills or a forest ranger.

Annie, are you okay?

Said it before i could!

Yeah, exactly. Keep the good, discard the bad. Fortunately, only my mom was abusive; dad was just a bigot and turned religious.

I had a good relationship with my dad, but he passed when I was 21. I’ve now been alive longer without a father than with one. He had major faults: racist, homophobic, and started going Baptist when he got cancer. If he had survived it, I think that downfall would have progressed and he’d be a fucking Maggot by now. I don’t think he’d get along well with his pansexual son, bisexual DIL and transgender grandkids. So, and this is not a good feeling, I’m a little appreciative of the fact the relationship ended when it was still good. But I’m haunted by what it would have been like if he survived. Like I said, we had a really good relationship. He taught me all kinds of outdoorsman skills, taught me how to keep family close, and how to honor my word. I don’t know if I could have handled if he survived and continued along that path.

My mom always lived for herself and was abusive. I still flinch when someone touches my face because she hit us so much. I cut ties on my wedding day almost 10 years ago and am much happier and healthier.

They both taught me how not to parent and as long as I keep in mind how their words and actions made me feel, I know how to be a good dad to my kids. I’m not going to say they did me a favor there, but I do rely on that lesson to guide me.

Because men run entertainment, we can make sure men are making it. Because men are making it, their Mary sue stories are the ones that get released.

That’s how it happens, in my opinion, but I don’t get how more men aren’t completely fucking bored looking at it and listening to it! Seriously, as a middle aged, acerbic, bearded white man, I’m sick of seeing characters that only I can relate to. It’s not a compelling character anymore. I want different characters with different stories!

I sent this to my wife this morning. She loved it!

If this is real, it has restored 1.5% of my faith in humanity.

I’ll be damned if that’s not the coziest-looking nightmare I’ve ever seen.

Is that Kurt Angle?

Anyone else do a double take to see if this was a loss meme?