The original Sourtoe Cocktail

And the smell….

but…?

A

Napoleon Dynadidn’t

Poseidon’s Kiss

WWJD? Shrek, apparently.

The Breach, or The Crowning Incel

Empire = dirt Crown = thorns/shit (JC/NIN) Chair = liar’s

mailman

Ergo, I am Superman. And I know what’s happening.

Makes me think of this

Food? No. Cuisine? Perhaps.

Personally, the first time I experienced this.`

And automated paper towel dispensers… “You will give me a paper towel, now.” And they reply (in my mind), “To gibba pappa towa, now”.

Over half the congregation can’t find the church.

“…that’s like, our opinion, man.”

Johnny B Goode?

Gotta be Disco Duck

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