The conversation in the above comic is about like talking to Indiana Jake on this Richard Dawkins thread. On a level of one to Zdenny, Zdenny now looks somewhat smart.
When you walk through NYC, you could be having a lovely walk when suddenly the smell of urine or something worse will smack you in the nose so hard you want to hurl.
When we were at the baggage claim at Chicago O’Hare last week, there was a woman sitting on a bench near Tina who was resting her barking pups. The woman may have been homeless. Her attire was dirty, and she had pushed her feet off her ashy feet.
From five or six feet away, she smelled like she’d be dipped in sewage and the stuff that comes out of Talulah’s anal glands.
I’m trying to decide which odor I hate most.
Although, because of all New York’s positive traits, the odor smacks are much more justifiable.
“They” keep posting, keep hatin’ and we keep lovin’.
My favorite one is the top one which has been around for a while:
Drill a hole in your hands so we can be brothers. Fuck off jesus
Get your own heroin Jesus
Timeline of history. Primary household breadwinner was men and women gained momentum over time until the invention of the internet where both incomes dropped and a new bread winner came to play, “Cats who do funny things on camera.”