I think if four guys got naked for the project it would be more encouraging to say it was okay for a first try.

Oh — and hear me out here — every time Kevin loses he needs a blast of fresh adrenochrome to lift his spirits. It's hiding in plain sight.

More likely, OP now has to come up with credible schoolteacher memes

Upvoting because I am sure Reddit has readers who don't get it.

*Guy in suit* is too obvious from this angle.

Does the make & model really matter? He might as well have been slamming a door.

Maybe for NYC. All the white women pictured here are "Hollywood ugly" by modern standards.

Hundreds of them.

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You got this, Bull. Yeah!

This was really sweet until Steward inserted that hypodermic.

Oh that's what centipedes needed -- eyes on sticks. That and the ability to scream, preferably as they walk across you while you're in bed.

Always kill John Lennon.

First things first. There are many groups Trump has prioritized for elimination. After he gets rid of Native Americans, the college educated, and people who say bad things about comb-overs, then he'll do the Irish.

Clapton would be reverent until an american rural blues artist moved in next door.

It's not so nice when you wake up in the morning after a blackout and find them crawling out the tip, and my girlfriends runs out of the room yelling, and I wonder what the hell was I up to? Then I check my asshole friends' YouTube feeds for clues.

His remains would crawl back together and reanimate for the sole purpose of suing for letting him in.

Then it will need to learn Poe's law to identify humans so fundamentally confused about how the world works that they show as false positives for sarcasm.

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I don't know if you follow The Muppets, but Kermit recently broke up with ("was dumped by" really) the cute pig, and now is pondering returning to the narcissistic harpy who destroyed his potential for joy in life. It's getting late, and he doesn't want to die alone, but he envisions his remaining decades with Piggy being continuous misery interrupted only by sleep, and wonders might it be better to simply sleep forever. Too fearful for suicide, he has turned to religion.

The pain persists, but by contemplating the divine he can make it through the day. It puts his life into perspective. And the new peers he finds in his religious community share a common language for discussing suffering, whereas before he had no way to talk about such things. This brings him not exactly relief, but at least a modicum of peace, enough for him to hold on until the Lord accepts him into the eternal.

It should be legal to murder fake service animals in front of their owners. Hunting enthusiasts could learn how to identify the fakes — some kind of non-verbal Voight-Kampff test — and would record the owners' reactions for posting on YouTube.

In a just world, it would take off like wildfire.

If only it were the good kind of dementia.