the_dunk_tank
It's the dunk tank.
This is where you come to post big-brained hot takes by chuds, libs, or even fellow leftists, and tear them to itty-bitty pieces with precision dunkstrikes.
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As a cracker, when I enter someone's house I immediately go to their couch and begin rubbing my dirty shoes into it while yelling "fuck your couch!"
Finally! I'm not alone! We experimental homunculi gotta stick together and stand up for our rights to be filthy piggies
Do some crackers actually wear their outside shoes in bed? I see it in movies sometimes and it's such an absurd annoying detail.
that's just convenient for films, not a documentary detail of yankee lifestyle. im sure somebody does it tho
I did it once as a kid because I was so excited to go on a trip. I went to bed in my clothes, all picked out. Shoes on. Ready to face the day. So excited I could barely sleep.
We of course left the house one hour later than intended because my family are perpetually tardy.
And that's the origin story of my villain arc.
Cocaine is one hell of a drug
cop behaviour