We used to have a local band called “John Cougar Concentration Camp”, and it’s still one of my all-time favorite band names…

I think of it every time one of this turd’s mid-life crisis jams come within earshot.

How pointless and pedantic.

Anus… Right into the anus…

A song for you.

Aren’t they currently developing a show based on GQ?

I also have it on good authority that he does, in fact, ride a cock-horse…

He’s hackin’, wackin’ and smackin’!

The Plastic Ono Band… It is not good.

Sweet… Jesus…

Green chile and cheese.

I’ve done just about every drug out there. Had a pretty significant meth problem in my late teens and early 20’s. Never smoked a cigarette.

Just always seemed too gross to be worth it.

I got tossed sophomore year, and got my GED later.

I graduated with a B.S. in engineering a few years ago.

I know them feels

“I need to poo-poo in the pot-tay”

They used to have a set of drinking glasses. Worth every penny.

https://www.fangamer.com/collections/homestar-runner

Consummate V’s!

Fucking Summit County. Yuppie hive of scum and villainy

“” #nailedit""

Excusing folks with dyscalculia, those of you who speak proudly and openly about how bad you are at math can die in a fire.

Functioning adults are expected to read. You should also be able to calculate reasonable numbers and percentages without needing the calculator on your phone to know what 20% is; Or what one half of 3/8 is.

Yeah, sumthin’ like that.