• Can I get a “fuck you” to these bitches from all of my niggas who don’t love hoes? They get no dough.

  • 17 hours

    My family’s usual response to this is: “a bag of 100 USD bills”.

    I’m annoyed just repeating it.

    • Sometimes a dimensional drain installed into the bladder - something that burrows through a higher dimension and into a sanitary disposal somewhere else - would be nice.

      I mean, I don’t drink like a fish or anything, but full bladders can be more abruptly insistent than most anything else.

      • 18 hours

        I used to live (alone, unsurprisingly) in a house with a games room in the attic. The only toilet was on the ground floor. So I ran a hosepipe all the way through the house so I didn’t have to trapse down two flights of stairs to pee. Thinking back, I both admire and loathe the person I used to be.

        • That’s… disgustingly impressive.

          As a guy I would gladly high-five you for coming up with such a creatively practical solution, but you’re gonna have to wash your hands, first. Thoroughly.

          • 18 hours

            Oh, it’s okay, I kept a rag next to the funnel. And I used a funnel. Belt and braces, you see?

  • 1 day

    Could you swing by the pharmacy and pick up my wife’s meds for me?

    Thanks.

    Edit: there shouldn’t be a co-pay, but if there is let me know and I’ll send you the cash.

  • 6 pack of beer, snus (tobacco, not the white nicotine pouch shit) and salted peanuts. Buy something for yourself too, on me.