Also if you accidentally inhaled through it, it felt like you were suffocating to death by eating the snuggle bear’s ass.

Yeah, the actual fork bit of 2 is nice but I don’t like utensils with dump truck ass; they’re top heavy when in use.

And when you couldn’t find one?

I think collecting those was a bit of a thing in the 60s and 70s, I’ve run across multiple older folks who did. Pretty sure it eventually crossed with the “turn random shit into lamps” fad in the 70s because that seems to have become a fairly popular thing to do with them.

That scene with the cars in the junkyard doing a whole ass musical number (“Worthless”) about how they were going to die freaked me out as a kid.

Gather round, children, it’s time to learn about existential dread!

Whole house fans need to make a comeback. Our house was built in the 1920s and has one from the early 60’s before AC was common and I love that fucking thing. We still have some window AC units for really hot days or days when its hot and raining but it cuts WAAAAY down on how often we actually end up using them. Still uses some power obviously but nowhere near as much from what I can tell, and that’s a 60 odd year old one.

Gigapet? I had the koala one

There’s also this one if you’re feeling like a really uncomfortable moment with a friend.

Even if that’s what’s going on (or at least that assumption on the part of the design team is what’s going on), this is shit. You know what requires even less reading than script OR basic print? THE FUCKING PICTURE OF THE FUCKING JUNGLE CAT.

I fucking hate this minimalist design trend more than it is probably reasonable to hate an aesthetic. It’s got the personality of unfinished drywall.

I’m guessing whatever it scraped to generate this was intended for divvying up food rather than doing actual math. 1/3 plus a third of a third is close enough to a half if you’re talking about portioning out pizza or leftovers or what have you.

This just feels like either

A. He doesn’t fully get what satire is and assumes it has to be lighthearted or

B. He’s using “provocative” to basically mean “clickbait, but I’m too pretentious to call it that”

Honestly in a use case like family photos, redoing it every x amount of time is probably a good idea anyway so new ones can be added.

Years ago when I worked at Taco Bell someone got fired because the manager walked in on him snorting coke off the bags of strawberry they used to put on top of the fruitista freezes in the walk-in.

Also some asshole pulled a gun in drive thru during my shift because he ordered extra cheese on his 7 layer nachos and apparently did not get adequate cheese.

They can include the bath water for half price so you can make soup!

Not as far as “dumb” per se but I would accept “less smart” in exchange for physical buttons and a removable battery.

My best guess is he’s technically her half brother: OOP’s mother (daughter of the grandma in question) + OOP’s father’s father = OOP’s bruncle-husband. In turn, this would make Cletus the Fetus OOP’s nephew/niece, aunt/uncle, cousin, and stepchild. We’re wandering into medieval royalty levels of incest here.

There was Big Bob’s Beepers on Hey Arnold.

This is the none pizza left beef of sandwiches