Yes, your right. I skipped the Harambee massacre completely! I wanted to ensure it was TLDR but that would have been disastrous.

In 2015, you move into monkey Cleveland steamer territory. Monkeys are real fans of all things poop so you name it mon-scat-to (pulling some of the weed/fertilizer business by confused farmers), but you still keep it a mail order business for a short while. Then, you convert to digital and rename it Turdflix.

That was a close one. Good call. 🤙

TLDR: build a time machine and invest everything you can into Microsoft in 1993. Then, start a first rate dildo mail order service. Call it Dil-post. By the 2000's you'll be perfectly positioned to take the place of Amazon, but your sights are higher. You will start sending free DVDs of gorilla bdsm with every dildo order. This takes off and you start your own gorilla DVD vending machine side business. It'll be called Go-spank. When 2008 crash hits, you are completely isolated in your tower of dildo/gorilla money. Fast forward to 2026, you can now afford 32gb of the DDR you seek. Cha-ching brother, you made it.

I vote citric acid this time

I had a friend who thought "Netflix & chill" just meant watch movies and relax, so she had it on her dating app profile and couldn't understand why she only got hookups.

Haha, those were excuses because she had already found a new dick.

Dude, where the fuck did they find this guy? I never heard of him and BAM...dude is saintlier than most of the Catholic Church.

If you put the yolk into a cup of soil, you should have baby headphones within 2-3 weeks.

Adolf Hitler School for Friendship and Tolerance

That's some Zoolander quality naming right there.

Sleepy is the product of much GOP work. Donny needs his own.

Drowsy Don?

Tired Trump?

Comatose comb-over?

I've reached a point where it feels like talking about an old ex.

"Hey, did you hear? Judy had a kid."

"Good for her."

Overall, it doesn't matter either way because I don't interact with them anymore. I don't have malice (that only does you harm), just some good and bad memories from once upon a time.

Sure isn't profitable from me, I haven't bought shit from them.

You know the class is bad when the substitute is wanting to leave. Them kids are fuckin rotten.