Ok, but I ain’t no Rembrandt.

Happy by Pharrel vs Happy? by Mudvayne

For me, it’s almost entitely about the lyrics, so as long as they aren’t disgustingly bigoted or have an ass backwards message presented unironically I’m cool with it.

Tho if the “music” is just random, annoying sounds it might also get thrown out.

Depends on who’s wearing them. They’re normal on me; they’re oversized on most other people.

12 inch thick booty shorts. They’re called “hot pants” for a reason. The reason is the insulation. 😌

Probably just a t shirt if I am wearing anything at all.

I thought they just didn’t stink most of the time because I drink a lot of carbonated beverages. When they do smell bad, it tends to mean I’m about to have the urge to take a dump.

Humans are to animals what Jason Vorhees is to promiscuous teens.

I feel like GMOD is as close to Roblox-like player games without it being Second Life or VRChat. At least in terms of social based games and just bizarre shit. I don’t think any UI or QOL stuff will be similar or familiar.

Smoked a fatty with my dad while watching Cheech & Chong. Does that count?

Celebrate my sister’s birthday because I mixed up the month and day again. Supposed to be 11/9 but I keep thinking it’s 9/11.

When he’s barking at an empty corner of the room at 3AM, it’s creepy AF.

Those users must be Trump’s alts.

I only ever got paranoid that I might be caught smoking before my parents knew I smoked and it was illegal here.

It’s only when I see “lowkey” used to mean the exact opposite of its intended meaning, and without being sarcastic that I get annoyed. If it’s hella loud and/or flashy, that shit is not lowkey, kiddos.

When it’s raining but just in, like, one spot where you can go into it and then go out of it again is just about the craziest weather I’ve experienced.

Unless earthquakes count as “weather.” I was in “the big one” of '89 in California. I was only 4, but I remember it knocking me down when I was walking across the street.

What is this furry shit? /s

This is basically how every fiction I’ve ever read, seen, or played deals with amnesiacs.

“I don’t remember who I am!”

“You’re <name>. We’re friends.”

“Oh, thanks. Let’s go, bestie!”

No doubts? Not even a little “how can I trust them to be telling the truth?” 🤷‍♂️