Jansport Gang

My coke dealer (I’m sober now) was a huge Trump fan. He loved to talk about it. He first told me the same day Trump said all drug dealers should be put to death, so not the most insightful person. He later fled the country to escape a domestic battery charge. Coke dealers, not great people.

Gentlemen, this is democracy manifest.

That’s weird, I got a similar message on my ham radio the other day. It took a bit to decode, but it looks similar

Fentanyl®️

Part of my job involves inspecting aircraft life vests. The CO2 cartridges and vests are reused as long as they meet the required pressure/weight. Occasionally I’ll get a CO2 cartridge made in West Germany that still meets the required weight

I mean, surely not, but I’ve seen videos of people blending up cereal and using a magnet to pull out the iron. I’m really curious now

my brain is Bread N Butter pickles

Ah, I see, like the diseases in Mr Burns’ body

Hear me out, pretzel sticks, cream cheese, and dried cranberries. There’s something that happens with the fat in the cream cheese, the salt on the pretzels, and the sweet and acidity of the cranberries that make it delicious

The world should all agree that laser needs to be spelled with a Z. Lasers are cool, Zs are cool. It’s a s simple as that. The world could use this sort of unifying cause

It looks a bit like Robert Crumb’s style

Are you powerd by your bowels?

I think I would survive. The worst injuries I’ve had were cuts in my fingers and muscle tears.

I shudder to think what every stubbed toe I’ve ever had happening at once would feel like

Just wondering, are you on an SSRI? They make you sweat way more than you would normally, especially your head

*basturds

Yea, I was going through old pics and this came up

May she take mercy upon those present upon her reawakening

I work cleaning and examining aluminum parts. To clean them we use a grit blaster with plastic beads. Most other grit would be too hard to use on aluminum. As such, I regularly breath plastic dust. I embrace my fate. I am a child of the petroleum byproduct. I am a child of the modern era, an unholy chimera of meat and polymer.

EO. Bits of people’s lives in Poland, told through the eyes of a donkey