There are two tools in a detectives arsenal - vibes, a hideous necktie and the use of deduction. There are three…
…I’ll come in again.
I really enjoy how Gotham Chess does it, effortlessly switching between deep self deprecation and very insulting condescension while somehow making it obvious neither of them should be taken seriously.
Obviously non-stop, since they can’t store it.
Does the H stand for happy? If not then count me in too.
Easy - she just puts boxing gloves on the paws.
Probably some random women lost in the woods.
Take my love, take my land, take me whate I cannot stand
I don’t care, I’m still free, you can’t take Blåhaj from me…
Is that where you elect yo floop?
I have a proof, but this comment box is too small to contain it.
Why do I always click on these even though I know exactly what it will be?
Funniest shit I ever seen.