I used to have a coworker who would also say things like “I’ll ping you after the meeting” and I’d chuckle because it sounded so stupid.

One day he asked me why I was smirking and I lied and told him “You know what ‘pinging’ means, right? It’s the act of putting a metal rod in your urethra and tapping it with a tuning fork.”

He NEVER said it again.

A can of chili over some cooked rice, add a little salt and extra hot sauce. This was my broke young adult fancy meal.

I remember reading a few years ago some anthropologists suggested most cave painting were not done by adults but teens because the content of the drawings. They glorify things they aren’t involved in yet. The big hunt, the hottie cave chick, etc.

Looking at those three drawings, I think that solidifies it’s teens.

What an embarrassment. A fat, bloated, idiot, embarrassment.

Hello. I like rusty spoons.

I guess that means I have to break out the old GOATSE wall paper.

30 years ago I expected this, but thought it was going to be sexier.

The future fucking blows.

Oopsie whoopsie.