Jerkface

An insufferance of jerkfaces.

Horse: enclosed.

Am I the only one that read this as an incest joke?

The curds at the grocer here are 12USD for an 8oz pack and they don’t squeak. I don’t blame them, but I wouldn’t call it poutine.

I wonder if I, too, could be a citizen by recursion.

“Great thinkin’ there, genius.”

Gets the point across, but nobody ever gets mad at the insinuation that you fell short of a high bar.

That sounds like a lot of responsibility.

Mashup artist detected

The article claims that they are:

We backed up Spotify (metadata and music files).

I hear the sheepherding meta is toxic this season.

Only casual, social sheep herding for me.

“This one’s for memory.”
“You actually believe in that garbage?”
“No, you don’t understand…”