less known older brother

Hence the old adage “Less is Moe and more is Les”

Yes. Maybe. Who?

Oh wow, you can fuck aaaallllllllllllll the way right off

They look like big, good, strong hands, don’t they?

I say I’m sick, boss doesn’t care

That’s why I squirt a shit all over his chair

@TexasDrunk@lemmy.world we need a 'ship portmanteau…

FartDrunk

Thanks buddy! I always get excited seeing your username in the comments, too

Now I kinda wanna create a community called lemmybefriends for lemmings who’ve befriended each other. But then it’d need to be moderated and I’m lazy…

I knew it was going to be you

Morgan’s Wonderland was named after his daughter, Morgan, pictured on the left in the top picture. At one point, he bought the house nextdoor to my mom and turned it into a transitional group home for young adults with special needs.

We’d frequently see Morgan at the house, helping out with different projects. Morgan’s father seemed to be an incredibly kind and generous man who understood that money=power or at least opportunity and recognized his financial privilege.

When he finally decided to sell the group home, he sold it to another company who shared his principles of helping kids with special needs.

Now, my sister has kids whom she and my mom take to Morgan’s Wonderland. Her kids are not significantly limited by any special needs, but the park is so accessible that is one of the few places where parents with young toddlers or infants can take their children on rides or let them roam relatively free at the splash pads.

All-in-all, I’d say that Morgan and her father have been incredibly positive influences on San Antonio and the community.

Oh God, a window jumped out from nowhere!

They sell them as donut holes near the airport

“How to unthink a thought”

Dough it baby
Dough it baby

Dig through the scones that have burned to find the scones that I’ll slam in my mouth and my asshole yeah!

I DON’T KNOW YOU!

Because of the sun doing what it is, chucking our worldly problems onto it will only make it more sun

It could be both

That’s horrible!

I hope a car slowly parks on top of him

True story time: when my dad assembled my family’s first trampoline, he was really struggling to get the last spring in place. He was alternating between trying to stretch it from the canvas to the frame or from the frame to the canvas. Finally, on one of his attempts, the spring slipped out from his hand, hooked into his other forearm, and tore its way up along leaving a massive gash on his arm.

He probably needed stitches, but was terrified of doctors and needles, so he just applied lots of, used a ridiculous amount of butterfly bandages, and tightly wrapped the shit out of his arm.

He bled through this setup three times before the bleeding slowed down enough that my sisters and I stopped crying that he was going to die.

Trampoline springs are no fucking joke.

But the joke pictured in OP’s post is 10/10 gold

Memes so dank, they’ll sink a bank

I tend to go around wiping holes in the ground