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until the last minutes of the film

Other than , wasn't most of that just a delusion? They went pretty ham-fisted with the "unreliable narrator" trope at the end.

Don't forget the waifu bangmaid helpmeet!

Did they already run out of retirees and nursing home residents?

Hell yeah we do

Come on, this is an insult to cancer

Synthesis: SuccDem KISS

I mean, I'd pick Cujo over about 80% of my neighbors. Call the lawn police on this, motherfuckers!

That's what the restraints are for, duh

They would have been better off with a stylized clip art-looking vanilla orchid

Cloacal kiss

Ya hey dere, how bout them Vikings doncha know? Dey just ain't been da same since that Brett Favre retired. Kill all Muslims, am I right? Oh! Marge has a new hot dish recipe, and it's pretty spicy -- it has mayonnaise and black pepper! Uff-dah!

Same! I'm pretty sure I haven't vomited since 1996, which was an incident involving a slightly undercooked Jack's "rising crust" frozen pizza that I scarfed down right before leaving for work. The yeast was still active, and I managed to befoul both a water fountain and a public restroom sink at my job. A coworker and bandmate took Polaroids of the carnage, so suffice it to say that the incident sticks in my memory just a tad.

The closest I've gotten since then was a few months ago when my spouse slipped me a gummy without reading the label first. Turns out they were 200 mg of D8/D9 blend and that you are absolutely not supposed to take the whole thing in one sitting. I don't partake very often because someone has to be the sober goddamned adult around here, so my tolerance was basically nil. It was around 27 hours before that shit was totally out of my system, and I spent a good chunk of the first night hovering over my plastic trash bin, fully expecting to break my 28-year no-vomit streak.

Lawler was trying to do Thriller-era MJ, which was before the vitiligo/lupus really started to hit him hard.

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Clash of Clans-ification of movie posters

If Trump wins, he's going to die shortly after being inaugurated and JD Vance is going to fuck all of the furniture in the Oval Office. Then he will dissolve the Department of Labor and replace it with the Department of Fandoms.

I spent most of junior high as a stinky pariah on account of refusing to subject myself to showering in the school locker room. By the time I hit high school, I was able to game the class registration system such that I stacked a bunch of AP classes and even a handful of off-site college courses and got out of taking PE for two years. This meant I had to take the sophomore and junior PE classes during my senior year, though. At least by that point most of the other kids were too afraid to mess with me. I think that doing sophomore PE as a senior was the only time in my life when I've ever been like 3 or 4 inches taller than most of the people around me.

The funniest part of all of that was that a bunch of the sophomores had been speculating as to why this sasquatch was in the class with them, assuming that I had flunked out twice and had to re-take it in order to graduate. It blew their minds when I explained that I'd exhausted the school district's available coursework for computer programming, so they were paying for me to attend night classes at a local university.

Meanwhile, me in 19XX: I LOVE PROGRAMMING! C++ IS SO AWESOME! CLASS AND INTERFACE HIERARCHICAL TYPE RELATIONSHIPS AND POLYMORPHIC METHODS ARE AMAZING PROBLEM-SOLVING TOOLS AND I CAN'T WAIT TO USE THEM IN THE REAL WORLD!!!

Me in 2024: Please kill me. I never want to see another [VENDOR/PLATFORM NAME REDACTED] project ever again, and this makes me despise the entire tech industry at large because everyone around me who operates in a decision-making capacity -- but does no actual development -- insists that this is the Best Thing Ever because the Gartner Magick Heptahedron told them so. I envy the dead.