You're right! It's Phil., and the D is gone!
I didn't clock his hands either, because to me they looked too pudgy to be his. Still not nearly the weirdest thing about Phil.
Elementary school kids have been making friendship bracelets for 40 years, using colors, patterns, and knotting. This is what toddlers do in nursery school.I think little kids at camp can make better looking bracelets
Fucking bead bracelets, amazing.
What a garbage tattoo. It looks like a toddler drew it, too
Was gonna say, those friendship bracelets are a fair few steps above this. This is just barely skimming in above macaroni bracelet.
The combination of "No DM/Email/Text" and then the pinned tweet begging for money...it's just perfect. The lack of shame on her is astounding. "Fuck you, pay me...but don't even expect me to respond to a DM." Then the bonus beg that somehow, somewhere, there's someone having freaky sexual fantasies about her and Boner that are somehow worth paying her for? Wow. Just wow.
Probably a good 30 pounds. But once this all explodes in his face and Bonobo’s heart is broken, will he stop eating? Or turn to more comfort food? After all, the Tranch is only a “Burrito Night” away....
These two tweets alone are so incomprehensible it's bordering self-parody. To be honest though, I guess that can be said about any given tweet that this lady writes.
Depends where it is. If it's somewhere I hate, sell it to some Californian fuck partly out of spite and partly because they'll overpay for it.
Probably sell it.
Only on Fridays. Usually I'd just plant a field of stakes and impale the odd peasant or three.
Tempted to get some cheap housing and a greenhouse built and make a go of it, but realistically would sell it to someone who knows what they're doing in that part of the country and use the money to pay off my mortgage so I can keep living in civilization.
Same shit I did with my own property. Fuck off huge pole barn shop. Pile of old Fords and other mechanical junk that I'm gonna fix and make awesome someday I swear.
No soil, no water, no acreage. 36 acres is a pimple on the ass of nothing if you are talking a commercial ag venture. That land is western semi-arid scrub desert. Shallow and rocky as fuck so forget farming. You could run, like, a single cow on it for ranching. It's pretty dry there so you could maybe use it for like a junkyard or RV storage or something but you are in the middle of nowhere so no customers for that.
Goddamn right you are. I'm jealous AF.
