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punchsportsandpunchlines:
veltish:
zamaron:
grindr inches…….
My man Blaine Stewart being the one true ally
Ive never seen a man so tired both of snow and of being let down by his expectations for dick
We were supposed to get a blizzard today, well not a blizzard but the first measurable snowfall of the season. (At the grocery store my cashier asked if it was cold out yet, since he couldn’t see any windows, and recounted that often his only clue that it’s wintering outside, or meant to, is when old people coming through his line ask him “are you ready for it?” and he’s always like “what” hoping it’s something amazing but it’s always “you know, the storm?” and he’s like, oh, probably, we’re from Buffalo, we’re basically always ready for it to snow, but our elders like to panic about it.)
And we couldn’t stop making jokes about inches. I mean. It’s a thing.
As an added amusement value, the southern suburbs of Buffalo, because of the shape of Lake Erie, invariably get four thousand times more snow than the rest of us.
So uh. Are your Southtowns ready for some Inches, baby? *eyebrow waggle*
The store manager is still so new at dealing with me that he told me to plug my ears. I’m like bro, I’m the one who’s gonna eventually get fired for sexual harassment because I cannot stop making the Butt-head laugh noise after every phrase.
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punchsportsandpunchlines:
veltish:
zamaron:
grindr inches…….
My man Blaine Stewart being the one true ally
Ive never seen a man so tired both of snow and of being let down by his expectations for dick
We were supposed to get a blizzard today, well not a blizzard but the first measurable snowfall of the season. (At the grocery store my cashier asked if it was cold out yet, since he couldn’t see any windows, and recounted that often his only clue that it’s wintering outside, or meant to, is when old people coming through his line ask him “are you ready for it?” and he’s always like “what” hoping it’s something amazing but it’s always “you know, the storm?” and he’s like, oh, probably, we’re from Buffalo, we’re basically always ready for it to snow, but our elders like to panic about it.)
And we couldn’t stop making jokes about inches. I mean. It’s a thing.
As an added amusement value, the southern suburbs of Buffalo, because of the shape of Lake Erie, invariably get four thousand times more snow than the rest of us.
So uh. Are your Southtowns ready for some Inches, baby? *eyebrow waggle*
The store manager is still so new at dealing with me that he told me to plug my ears. I’m like bro, I’m the one who’s gonna eventually get fired for sexual harassment because I cannot stop making the Butt-head laugh noise after every phrase.
(Your picture was not posted)
