It's always the most insecure looking dudes who take their profile pics with sunglasses on in the front seat of their Dodge Ram, or mildly muscular/tattooed guys who have taken 50+ successive shirtless selfies, smirking in front of a mirror as if that isn't a little gay. It's even funnier when you note how many times they went back through their old pics and re-posted the previous ones.
It's been a few years but I don't remember that at all, but I'd be interested to see if I'm bothered by it on a re-watch.
There's a phenomenal French horror series on Netflix called Marianne that my wife and I enjoyed immensely. I don't usually shoot for that particular brand of horror (demon/ghost), but Marianne is fucking excellent. Can't recommend it enough.
The masses know nothing of the crunch. They've never even been to the crunch.
My brother and I put a corked glass bottle down in an old defunct drainage pipe beneath my parents' house. This pipe/canal is quite large and isn't obstructed by the bottle, and the bottle can clearly be seen by peering into a hole in the cement of the basement storage room. Inside of that bottle is a carefully folder paper bearing on it a crude drawing of a cock and balls.
Nah. Crash Bandicoot has always been trash.
Weird that you pass through so much of Ohio and don't find any peepee or poopoo within.
The Rizzler is the smaller brother here. He's in the videos with the other two. I got a good laugh out of that little chubby kid being called the goddamn Rizzler, but other than that I had my fill of them after one or two videos.
Bachelor meals are the best. No one is stopping me from making them while my wife is here, but for some reason I save them for when she isn't.
It was likely a permanent Sharpee marker. Hopefully it holds up. Fingers crossed that I'm able to return there as a ghost one day to watch someone unearth what they believed was a map to the family treasure.