What’s the forklift for and I prefer menthols.
Epitomizes the concept of a basement dweller.
What’s the forklift for and I prefer menthols.
Damn… What a simple and easy thing to have fucked up.


Which one’s the ominous light?


PRESCHOOL? PRESCHOOL? I’M NOT A FAN OF NON-EDIBLE ORNAMENTS ON MY MEALS AND I’M ALMOST 30.
You see, I sat here in my back yard smoking a joint and piecing this one out for probably 3 minutes and the answers in the comments.


I just got a spare vest from the security department, I could totally costume change into an ICE agent if I wanted…
The unsettling stare into the camera makes it.


Nothing of theirs comes to mind that you’d even have to dye in the first place, hell half their products could probably be used as a dye.
Intentional. I live with my dad but there’s not a ton of other family I’m in contact with.
Edit: unless you’re talking about the clockwork orange theme in which case also intentional, big poster right at the entrance and all.
Oh I could say worse but I think that little tidbit gives you a general vibe.
My mom’s boyfriend’s house is clockwork orange themed… I don’t really talk to that side of the family anymore.


That’s just going to make the nutjobs believe it more…


And shittiest thing I’ll see today. Hope the kids find out and beat their ass.


If there was ever better evidence that God hates us…


Not only am I aware but I worked for Omaha Steaks when he kicked that off.


I’m aware…


Well they’ve gotta do something since Bill Gates pissed off the Trumpiverse with vaccine stuff.


You’re fucking shitting me. I refuse to believe that’s reality and you can’t convince me otherwise.
And of course hard labor in slavery since that’s the inevitable goal of this whole replace your employees with robots movement.
Hope the kids find the people responsible and do everything I know a teenager to be able to do to make their lives waking nightmares.