Dude became an outspoken anti vaxxer, tin foil hat wearing plandemic twat.

The final nail was when he shows up at our business out of the blue one day (literally had not spoken with him in almost a year) where he had left some oil paintings & other artwork to pick them up, then sent a shitty passive aggressive text the next day about how they were not kept in perfect condition.

My dude, you left them without a word otherwise over 4 years ago, we have shit to do besides take care of discarded art.

I’m planning to put wheels on my granny so she can be called a bicycle, too!

I love Greg Bear’s take in the War Dogs trilogy.

They show up but slowly introduce themselves, give us trinkets, coerce & exploit us , then after much happenings, leave and the world goes on like nothing ever happened.

Chocolate chip cookies are superior to brownies, plus it adds a better dosage control.

I will die on that hill.

I there with ya

New government bureau dedicated to making government bureaucracies less bureaucratic.

You’re doing the lord’s work.

And by that I mean giving a hand to Zach.

And by giving a hand I mean jerk him off.

Therefore: cum.

Checkmate.

Semenental value?

So I use about 1g of bud, not the shake for about 350g of butter for the recipe. Turns out more consistent, especially for dosages (works out to about 2.5mg per cookie).

That and my cookies are amazingly good.

Lies, when Gomez disappeared there was a wee puddle o cum where he was standing

Fucking hell, man. Good one.

Mine are vegan & there isn’t any skunkiness…I have to keep them clearly labeled in the freezer after I make them because you cannot tell the difference.

Fuck yes.

I make a batch of 35-40 cookies and have the dosage & timing down pat.

Beer, wine, yeah…but straight up booze? That shit makes your gut stick out and your limbs get all stringy.

That, and probably steroids or monkey semen extract.

I’ve seen this also with heavy drinkers.

So I was a GM for a FS company’s account for an Investment Firm in Seattle for awhile, and for some reason they wanted me to pay the coffee account through my company credit card. Okie, dokie.

There were 3 floors of Starbucks coffee machines that ground and brewed each individual cup, and the hoppers on top held 2-3lbs (I forget). So that was min. 4 machines per floor, plus the C suite and catering, all the coffee we bought was from the same vendor. Now the kicker was, NONE of the storage cabinets in the break rooms had locks, so the employees were walking off with a veritable shit ton of free, premium coffee beans.

My CC had originally the standard 5k credit limit…and with everything else I needed to purchase that wasn’t going to be enough for the month, so I got the regional comptroller to get the limit increased…and then again…and then again.

We spent about 12-15k per month on just coffee (at our cost) which would translate to about 50k in sales to the company.

[Bonus bit: My CC limit ended up at a 35k limit which I kept after I left that account… nobody believed me that it was so high. I was a superstar doing openings when we needed to get new kitchen equipment that day and we rolled out to the local restaurant supply store and bought it on the card…at the end of my time with that company I was at a bitch of an account and stopped doing my monthly reconciliation report, to the tune of 6-7 months and over 250k of charges that they were screaming at me to get the receipts turned in…and to be honest I was out of fucks to give, and they made us use a new system that was absolutely a huge piece of time sucking shit].

The most raped dolphin wins?

My kitchen must have is an analog clock.

Years of training and using it daily, never wore a watch and don’t give a shit what time it is when I am out of the kitchen.

Every once in awhile they need ostrich thier legs.

A Griffin, the Turducken of the Middle Ages