An entire room of trashy reality TV writers couldn’t make this shit up

I’m confused. Where’s the 50 people in the bats?

It’s October 2018. We expired you dork

Just leave your ID at home and pretend you don’t know English. What are they gonna do, background check you?

And you still forget the strawberries

You could use the bucket for other things while waiting for a cow to arrive

If you get junk mail with a return envelope, it’s automatically paid by whoever sent it, so you can mail back whatever you want, like vulgar imagery or blank forms

Eh who cares about what’s upsetting him

Well if I don’t get it right the first time, I can just travel forward a couple years until I do

Guess we gotta ban all those workout tapes and virtual gyms too?

Push up bras never cost me a job cause some snotty business owner who don’t know color theory wanted to save a buck

Dude’s very polite

I’m surprised no one addressed this yet, but 70s cars are in limited supply, and that’s before you account for groups who would buy one given the option. Then what happens when there’s no more 70s car? Can’t exactly just get another one

Them low-budget t shirt places you see at vacation spots and mall kiosks put some pretty raunchy stuff ok shirts. And some even offer customs as a selling point

You sure about that last bulletpoint?

That line goes fuckign hard

just upload the McLovin id from Superbad as your id. problem solved

Not their fault. Alzhemirs, dementia, and other such memory ailments are really hard to solve

Peak YIPPEE

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