A truly beautiful interaction that, from both perspectives, showcases the value in just talking to random people on some bullshit. There's magic in these words.
Men use sexuality to intimidate, to frighten, to unsettle. I use it as a language. Turning their favorite weapon into their discomfort is one of my favorite games. It is their turn now.
Clavicular was HUMILIATED after trying the viral 6 7 challenge and claims that being sober NERFED his physical capabilities 💀
“Bro if i had m*th…. if I had m*th…”
Lots of humanoids here that work really well. Blaziken, Infernape, Rillaboom, Meowscarada all fan favorites for a good reason. But yeah man Inteleon fucking blows, some of these are so horrid lmao.
Lots of bad quadrupedal designs too. Samurott sucks.
If you really look at these all at once, this isn't really even the case, it's just that the gen 6 starters were themed after RPG classes and it didn't really land, and then Inteleon (and to a lesser extent Incineroar and Quaquaval) is just REALLY REALLY bad, bc it's humanoid
Not to be a PokeBoomer but you can clearly tell there was a shift in pokemon starter design away from animals and towards anthropomorphic mascots starting around gen 6 and it really sucks man
mcdonald's in the past couple of years (in the uk at least) has gone for this very weird marketing choice where they've moved away from a family-friendly image to instead targeting 13 year olds in tracksuits who listen to dril and go to maccies after school
it took aragon 3 four hour films to lock in against a disembodied sauron with some claires jewelry. hoes forget jamie was moving in westeros like king von in chicago at 16 he was beefing with crazy inbred hoes with rabies and wildfire nukes all around him
Clavicular sent himself $4,000 from Stacy’s phone after paying for the whole night, and when she realized the money was gone, she was almost in TEARS😳👀😢
“i charge to hangout with me, it’s not free”
I asked my wife a serious life-and-death question.
“If I died while cheating… mid-mission… in another man’s house… what would you do?”
She didn’t even blink. She said, “I won’t mourn. And even if I cry, it will be fake. Very fake.”
I tried to defend myself. Asked, “Why are you so cold?”
She flipped the script like VAR in the 90th minute: “What if someone’s husband dies while having sex with me? Will you forgive me?”
Silence. My ancestors logged out. My Wi-Fi disconnected. Marriage council adjourned indefinitely.
Now I’m at Garden City Mall, roaming around like a confused gazelle, looking for Tusker Lager to process this trauma.
Marriage is not a partnership. It’s a courtroom. And questions can be used against you without warning. 🍺
RIP Festus Amimo you served well at Radio Mayienga, Mayienga yengo piny.