tipicaldik

and wet.

His wit is as sharp as his karate chop.

middle school, 1970's NW Florida... our phys. ed. field would flood out pretty bad whenever it would rain a lot, so on those occasions we'd have a free period to just screw around and socialize. On this particular day, me, a scrawny little bug-eyed ginger kid who got picked on pretty regularly, was being chased by a group of other kids who really wanted to torture me some more. I decided to veer off through the knee-deep flooded PE grounds, which allowed me to escape my tormentors, but also gave me the opportunity to learn first hand that fire ants do indeed float in large masses, and are quite eager to swarm up on the first thing that gets within reach.

Any man who has sat on a toilet with a high water level knows the value of something like this. Let's just say having your beanbag take a dip in toilet water can be somewhat disconcerting...

that's a great picture you picked to go along with your post, you fuckwad ;)

Yeah man you haven't lived til you've had an animals two-foot long purple tongue come reaching through some bars and grab you by the wrist! Aye-yai-yai!

how careless of you to post this! we would~~n't~~ want anyone turning this into a hit list or anything like that now, would we?

RIGHT!! WE SHOULD THROW HIM BACK IN THE POND BEFORE HE DRIES OUT!!

The one I use was <$15 from Mal-Wart^tm^. No temp settings, but it shuts itself off once the water hits a rolling boil. I usually shut it off myself once the water starts to bubble a little and it's usually the perfect temp for my tea.

Wemby 🫣

Whadya do about THAT guy?

well that was a fun little rabbit hole where I found this gem 😄

I see I am amongst people of culture, so I won't bore you with too many ignoble details. It was last October and my wife and I were on our anniversary trip to the mountains of western North Carolina, and my wife dragged me to one of those musical dinner theaters in Pigeon Forge Tennessee. I'm not going to say which one, because the show was just so god-awful I'm afraid that naming them would seem impolite. It was a patriotic themed show, and the place was maybe a tenth of the way filled at most. I'm one of those people who easily suffer from second-hand embarrassment, and I was cringing so hard it was beginning to manifest into physical discomfort. It couldn't end fast enough, and when it was over my wife looked at me and actually apologized for inflicting that upon us. I must admit, I had a hard time masking my lack of enthusiasm when she first told me of her plans...