You don’t have to talk over my head like I’m not here, you bully asshole. How am I a troll? For saying FIRST ala Winwood? By the way, yes: I WAS always a troll on here. I’m not as clever as you, that’s clear. Wish I were, but I’m just not. Bully for you, bully.

Hahaha. You are ON FIRE today, FLW. I’m not even kidding.

You’re a that one, That One.

Oops, I just remembered!

Thanks for pinch-hitting for me in this comments section, katydid. They aren’t turbo-downvoting you yet, though, so you might want to take it up a notch.

I hate it when they sit around too long after unloading. In and OUT!

Wow. This girl is so fucked up on drugs that it’s impossible to understand a word she says!

Lonnie sounds suspiciously like Shirley Q. Liquor.

It’s so obviously fake/acting, like all of his vids, and yet it feels like a cry for help. He (fake) lisps “I love you” about 20 times. I do that too and it means “help me.” NO FAKE-O

DSN, I like the way the Michigan Public Radio story uses their real names first, stage names second, and misspells both stage names. “Curtis Jackson, known more commonly as 50-cent [sic] … Marshall Mathers, known commonly as Emimen [sic].” Heckuva job, Michigan Public Radio!

Also spotted in the “joke drawer”: Gay Johnny brand soap and Morning Cock brand soap. These shopkeepers KNOW what constitutes risqué humor! They’re playing dumb. Nothing further, your honor.

He made me that milkshake (Truth) (NO HOMO). Made to order: Banana, choco ‘n’ Nilla wafers ‘n’ stuff. I have a nice, but complicated, acquanti-relationship with Spike.