Exactly. Good insult, right?
I suppose you'd call them an onion.![]()
Exactly. Good insult, right?
I suppose you'd call them an onion.![]()
Damn straight I would.
I actually don't know if I dislike parsnips.
Signature by rubah. I think.
I wouldn't mind being called an onion. They're delicious and deep.
Onions are devil poops.
Signature by rubah. I think.
And devil poops are yummy.
I can read between the lines and you're heading to a dark place, man. I'm worried that I'll log on tomorrow and you'll be asking RE for scatological intercourse, and I don't want to see you in any kind of asylum. Not until I've verbally abused you enough, anyway. Take a pottery class or something.
A dark place like your anus.
And I know that that was the first thing you thought of.
I have a long and sordid past. I know things, man.
Once in middle school these three kids that would pick on me and my friends occasionally did that thing where someone is secretly behind you on all fours and someone else is in front of you talking to you casually before eventually pushing you over the other person. I saw them setting up my friend, and it was too late to warn him. Then two more of my friends fell for it. Then they started to walk towards me, and I just kind of walked in a different direction, and they kept following me, and we were walking around in circles, and eventually I just stopped because it was just too ridiculous. That is not casual and discreet! You are doing it wrong! And of course because I had finally stopped moving, they did the set-up, and the chick in front of me was like "hey I'm super sorry I pushed your friends, truce?" and I said "seriously? Just do it already."
And then one of my friends had this silly revenge scheme where he fills a bunch of those tiny joke condoms with glue and sticks them to their locker, and the rest of us were like "lol" but never had any intention of actually doing it. But they overheard us and got one of my friends with it :<
Well they all sound like doucherockets. Good ol' school memories.