Couldn’t we use this information to provide a fake fingerprint for the browser? Like a plugin that makes your browser read as being from an unmodified Chromebook?

My dude, this post goes so hard it made me blush.

Ideally we don’t fuck those guys, we can’t risk them reproducing.

I don’t see why we don’t steal heterosexuality from these dumb fucks and add it to the queer community. Literally make it “OK with people who have preference” against “hates preference” if we stop letting them hide bigotry behind normal things, they can’t keep pretending they’re not bigots.

Horse : how did I get here

Wanna know the difference between a Harley and a lawn mower?

The lawn mower has a reason to sound like that.

I love that my dinky hatchback has more get up and go then they do, they get so fucking offended when you zoom off from a light next to them.

The cartoonist never agreed to mechanizing so at best it’s still stealing from the family of a beloved icon.

I do not have tits, but I understand bra sizing and frequently have to advocate for women in my life to go get a proper sizing. I’m baffled by how women can wear a shitty bra for decades but know their measurements in every shingle companies arbitrary standards.

Oh man, you’d hate the Midwest. Aside from the obvious reasons, there’s a baffling culture of white dudes who only wear shorts and hoodies no matter the temp outside.

When it comes to quantities such as these, I don’t think they bother measuring.

There was an incredibly small moment where people were photoshopping horses into unrealistic places. I loved that.

while I can’t find my physical copy of this, I feel the melon would be perfect between the chicken and lamb.

Oh that sounds amazing!

Sounds like a great time for a reread! I know I am lol

I imagine the monster was probably comically disproportionate, like he took the longest shins/thighs/torso he could get.

That or half the monster is parts from a horse…

I feel like that’s more a case for converging evolution than relationship. That actually makes this easier to deal with though.

My spouse makes one that way that everyone we know goes wild about. Literally just yellow cake, cooked strawberries, and homemade whipped cream. We’re both baffled by how popular it is, but I guess the Midwest isn’t used to real whipped cream.

Probably bailed on the idea because he couldn’t find a woman corpse that the monster wouldn’t split in half…

We can’t even say either of them came in that specific sack!