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America and Canada need to get that rash looked at.


Based in Ohio https://mrhero.com/
But it’s still fun to drive around town.
Har har ᕕ(ᐛ)ᕗ

Couple more generations they’ll have a dress made of medals
If it was real. There would be overweight Deadpools, methed out Harley Quinns, various Plague doctors, obligatory furries, a sea of weebs, and the random spin off comic character no one remembers but the dude wearing it is dying to tell you about it.
I did see a 7ft tall drag queen Beetlejuice once in fishnets with platform heels waiting at the snack station with me. That was actually awesome, wish I got a picture.
Comic cons are just excuses to dress up outside Halloween.
A Comic con did this with comic artist appearing at the event. What a slap in the face.
Also the MASSIVE theft of intellectual properties.


*So many Supermans
This drives me nuts, I know sidewalks are an extra cost. But I’d happily pay a portion to get some put in around us.
I don’t live in an HOA, but I swear all the surrounding neighborhoods just don’t want them to keep the “riff raff” out. Still I ride bikes with my kid in the mega HOA neighborhood across the street, a lot flatter. Have to ride in the storm gutter if a car comes by.
They are building another mega HOA housing development next to the current one, houses at double the price. They certainly won’t have sidewalks because it’s targeting 60+. No restricted by age, but by money. They’ll probably put a gate on it too.
Now the most persistent hunting my dog and I do is to the kitchen to rummage for a snack.
They call that “chuming the waters”
Please mark NSFW when showing your asshole
Nah, I do this too. Than I regret going off topic. So it’s self hate.
I think I’ve seen this porno 🤔


Mostly, cryptosporidium doesn’t give a fuck and it’ll come out of a kids ass.
The parasite needs to be in heavily chlorinated water for awhile to break through it’s thick membrane.
Since the water is flying around at splash pads it’s usually going to survive a lot longer than in a pool and even in a regular pool chlorine is not full proof.
You get a lot of time to talk to God. Or the neighbors cat who you psychically linked with who told you it’s true name…
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Practically all water themed activities with kids are great places to see what disease or fungus you can catch. Seen a kid shit on the ground at a splash pad and they just mopped it up and turned the water back on.
Also those fountains on the ground are essentially bidets because most kids don’t wipe their ass well.
The coyote is a lost soul, forever damned to a meaningless chase in a landscape of indifference.
He stands before a rock wall where he has painted a vision of paradise at the end of a tunnel. He reaches out, but his paw strikes only the harsh, unyielding rock of reality.
Moments ago, the Road Runner appeared and, with a casual, indifferent grace, sprinted into the painting. The bird vanished into a dream that the coyote is forbidden from entering. Meep… meep…
Then comes a package from ACME. Inside the box lies a single pistol. The coyote lifts the weapon, spins the chamber, and raises it to his temple with a pained sigh of relief.
Tears flow down his face like waterfalls of sorrow. He stands now at the veil of this world. No more failures. This is how the coyote wins: he simply refuses to play this cruel, twisted game.
He pulls the trigger. Nothing.
The coyote opens one eye to find a tiny, mocking flag that reads “BANG!” He remains paralyzed by the absurdity of his own existence, knowing that in this vast, echoing wasteland, the only thing more certain than hunger is the cruelty of the joke.