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[Bammer]

Take The Schlong Way will forever and always be my go-to PPP.

PJ
Penis
Pun

[spike]

Mt. Rushmore huh huh huh

Spoiler: show

[Bammer]

Who should I interview next?

[Ello Sailor]

Platty Jørgensen

[spike]

Any of you non-heathens giving up anything for lent?

[Chris_H_2]

potato chips

[Bammer]

Platty Jørgensen

The tribe has spoken and they do not want this

[Higgs]

Any of you non-heathens giving up anything for lent?

I always feel guilty that I don't give anything up for lent. The way I figure it, that's me being a good catholic 'cause the guilt.

[tree_]

haha

[bodysnatcher]

Do you think Thom Yorke fixes things around his house? I just can’t really picture him replacing the flap in his toilet tank to stop a leak.

[tree_]

Do you think Thom Yorke fixes things around his house? I just can’t really picture him replacing the flap in his toilet tank to stop a leak.

moreso than a, say, jerry seinfeld

[Ello Sailor]

I think Thom is probably pretty practical on account of him playing whichever instrument is required in his music career. That doesn't scream "I'll just pay someone else to do this menial task" to me.

Probably doesn't even have a maid!

[bodysnatcher]

I have it on good accord that he wrote the key lyrics to I Might Be Wrong when he was rewiring a light switch

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[doug rr]

Do you think Thom Yorke fixes things around his house? I just can’t really picture him replacing the flap in his toilet tank to stop a leak.

i think about this sort of stuff pretty often. Like what sort of toilet brush does Angelina Jolie have in her house? Are the paper towels just out there in the open for everyone to see?

and are those paper towels bounty or viva? I don't trust bounty people

[The Argonaut]

Model role model roll some models in blood ... I shit and I stink I'm real join the club

[spike]

Model role model roll some models in blood ... I shit and I stink I'm real join the club

Cool lyrics, you should start a grunge band!

[Ello Sailor]

Platty Jørgensen

The tribe has spoken and they do not want this

That was prior to the rebranding.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Bammer]

What happens if you press Yes on the “Carwash today?” button?

Kiss $8 goodbye!