Arbitrary, idiotic things on your mind. Post 'em.

[Asuka Langley]

They tell me that when I order from Europe, too, but I have never had to pay anything extra.

Based!

[Asuka Langley]

[Laser]

John Steinbeck Wrote a Novel About Werewolves, But You Can’t Read It


Here is a guess at what Murder at Full Moon is like.


    “Tom,” Ma repeated, “what you gonna do, now that you’re a werewolf?”

    “It don’ matter. I’ll be all aroun’ in the dark, whenever the moon is full. I’ll be ever’where—wherever they’s a farmer wonderin’ what’s been rippin’ the throats out of their sheep every full moon, I’ll be there. Wherever they’s a suspiciously-hirsute high school basketball player pulling off sick dunks, I’ll be there. Wherever they’s a high-powered literary editor who’s mad at James Spader for fuckin’ his wife, I’ll be there. I’ll be in the way guys howl at the moon when they’re happy an’—I’ll be in the way pups whine when they’re hungry an’ they know there’s an easy-to-mutilate little old lady nearby. An’ when a pack of lycanthropes eats an entire family an’ paints their house’s walls with their lifeblood, why, I’ll be there. See?”

    Ma shook herself. “No,” she said. “For it is written that the curse of the werewolf can only be lifted by a bullet cast of pure silver.”

    Tom said craftily, “Tell me like you done before.”

    “Tell you what?”

    “’Bout the werewolves of London.”

    “Look at the moon, Tom, and I’ll tell you so you can almost see it.”

    Tom dutifully turned his head. “Aaaaa-oooooooo!” he howled.

    “We gonna go to London,” Ma began. She reached in her side pocket and brought out the Luger loaded with silver bullets.

    “Go on,” said Tom. “How’s it gonna be. We gonna go to London.”

    “We’ll walk through the streets of Soho in the rain,” said Ma. “An’ we’ll have maybe Chinese menus in our hands … an’ we’ll be lookin’ for the place called … Lee Ho Fooks—”

    Tom giggled with happiness. “Gonna get a big dish of beef chow mein?”

    “Gonna get a big dish of beef chow mein.”

    The crash of the silver bullet rolled up the hills and rolled down again. Tom jarred, and then settled slowly forward to the sand, where, through a series of camera dissolves, his werewolf hair appeared to recede into his skin.

    Curley and Carlson looked over. And Carlson said, “Now what the hell ya suppose has been eatin’ my livestock?”


https://slate.com/culture/2021/05/steinbeck-werewolf-novel-murder-full-moon-excerpt.html

[Colonel Pate Manly]

Oh. I'll have to find light bulb guy.  In the meanwhile, check out Gates' new tits:

Raise:


-COL Manly

[Laser]

[Asuka Langley]

With a machete to the back of the dindus head SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEIT!

[Asuka Langley]

Crayon Pop was based RIP

[pate]

[Walks_At_Night]

Some dude bitch slaps Macron.

https://twitter.com/H__algerien/status/1402241764791042048

[Asuka Langley]

[pate]

A great many Marines (and members of other service branches) paid quite a high price for Americans to pronounce Japanese brand names any damn way we want to.



The giri of that debt shall forever stand unpaid.

[Innerreach]

A great many Marines (and members of other service branches) paid quite a high price for Americans to pronounce Japanese brand names any damn way we want to.



The giri of that debt shall forever stand unpaid.

[Asuka Langley]

A great many Marines (and members of other service branches) paid quite a high price for Americans to pronounce Japanese brand names any damn way we want to.



The giri of that debt shall forever stand unpaid.

And Americans cant pronounce words or made a decent car, sad.

[pate]

And Americans cant pronounce words or made a decent car, sad.

Sheeit... das funny, bro!







I think those are Honda or TOY-otas gettin' pwned thar...

Heh!

High, Pecan Pie!

[Asuka Langley]