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Mod poll: Would you be in favor of a rule where all users must adhere to the community rap music preference?

So everyday starting today I am going to start asking y'all questions to keep this site up. Starting with: Where would you go if your house burned down?

Guys, for whatever reason, please do NOT use fly trap paper to wax your asshole!!!

Today, I was trying to search around my house for some waxing paper because my intertwined lengthy asshole hairs created a humid environment to where sweat and fungus was able to be produced. Then, I looked in my father's garage and I was able to find a large sheet of waxing paper (or so I thought).

The waxing paper was yellow for wh… Read more

Scripts.com Bee Movie By Jerry Seinfeld

NARRATOR: (Black screen with text; The sound of buzzing bees can be heard) According to all known laws of aviation, : there is no way a bee should be able to fly. : Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. : The bee, of course, flies anyway : because bees don't care what humans think is impossible. BARRY BENSON: (Barry is picking out a shirt) Yell… Read more

Do not put your penis in a vacuum cleaner. Please do not insert your penis into a vacuum cleaner.

For starters, the vacuum cleaner might be dirty. It's likely that there might be dirt, dust, and bacteria that could cause an infection if they come into contact with sensitive tissues.

The vacuum cleaner is also dry. The penis is meant to be moist, and a vacuum cleaner with high suction power could chafe some of the d… Read more

so if i wanted to theoretically buy a theoretical vigilante mask that theoretically looked kinda like red hood, and was vey strong with me being able to see perfectly out of it where would i find it? theoretically

Am I the only one here who, after not having read it and trying to do what he said, finds themselves caught between the lines of yearly contradicting statements? One dumbass, quick to spout age and place, like it means anything, states with conviction where he stays, though stays what? Jumbled thoughts of those who jump, the ones who barely piece together meaning, and there they are, 14-year-olds or maybe something else, real scary. Like the edge of sense slipping, and who’s there to catch it? Not the one who read it, that’s for sure, because what he said isn’t even said, just echoes bouncing, contradicting every turn with a yearly grin.