This actually happened? He's balding horrifically. I'm sure his gross hat has a lot to do with that aswell. I would say that he's insecure about the shape of his head... hence the hat but he doesn't seem to care about his appearance at all other than trying to look goffy.
Absolute chad. Does not give a fuck. Zero self awareness. Really puts the “King” in “KingCobraJFS”Complaining about how long it took for his pipe tobacco to be delivered, while he still hasn't shipped out that $500 wand.
well it is a premium product that needs to undergo a strict quality control process before being carefully wrapped in protective packaging before being shipped.Complaining about how long it took for his pipe tobacco to be delivered, while he still hasn't shipped out that $500 wand.
double standards in society doodComplaining about how long it took for his pipe tobacco to be delivered, while he still hasn't shipped out that $500 wand.
Get educated trole, a Goth bad boy wizard is never late, nor is he early, he ships his juans precisely when he means to.
I was just thinking the other day about one of my favourite little Cobes moments. A couple of years ago he made two wands and sold them through Etsy. He sent the wands to the wrong address. The person asked for a refund like a day later and Josh said "I don't quite have the money for a refund right now". He was just hoping that wherever the package ended up that they would just return to sender so he could send it to the right place this time.
If you had a gun to your head and the choice between drinking a gallon of bogmead or going down on NAL, how quickly would you force the guy to shoot you?
I'd ask him to give me the gun and leave so I could do it myself and spare him the guilt of murder. He'd know I wasn't going to turn it on him given these options.
I’d go out like a legend. I’d suck down that bog mead chunks and all and then I’d suck down that Wendy’s chunks and all and then I’d shoot myself in the head. They say once you reach a certain threshold of inhuman agony pain is indistinguishable from pleasure. I want to test the same for disgust. Push the boundary of human experience and see what level of disgust and revulsion one needs to reach for it to become delight and revelation. Marquis De Sade would be envious. My final moments would rival scenes from The 120 Days of Sodom. In fact if I were to guess if he were around today his mind might cook up a scene just like this. Curdled sugar slop tainted with boglim fecal fingernail remnants and cum crust from between his rings. A sloppy roast beef pussy wet with stale sour urine refused to be dabbed up with toilet paper and dripping with yeasty mucus, the sweat from the folds wafting an aroma of cheap burgers slapped together by a greasy teen with acne and finally as I lick my lips clean the bullet enters my skull and it blossoms like a rose as my brains exit my brain case. A balloon full of ground meat popping. Blood spraying. A champagne cork popped as celebration of my end. “Congratulations!”
Can I at least try a sip, and throw up on NAL before getting shot? Like, I know I'm getting shot, but I want to spite her.
The Cenobite tactic, interesting to see it deployed in this situation. I can't argue against this level of dedication, comrade.
It's only delusion in so much he thinks evidently he's successfully convincing the audience. When he'd "Shon and Saunders" back in the day he'd tear himself to shreds through the puppet and was stone cold sober. He just seems convinced if he projects confidence, he can fool the audience.
Cobes better be careful. I know we find it funny that he gets $500 for a juan and doesn’t even make one and just spends the money, but that’s creeping into wire fraud.Complaining about how long it took for his pipe tobacco to be delivered, while he still hasn't shipped out that $500 wand.
No prosecutor would waste public resources trying to get a grand jury to indict a boglim.
The box of Wendy's. You opened it, we came.
"I'll go to court when I feel like it, your honorable."
