The original Patchwork Man, in person.
You can’t scare me. I’ve seen DAVID CROSBY’S LIVER, for God’s holy sake. Do worse, if you can!
Aaaaaaaand what excuse do those Minnesota mischief-makers claim?
Note for the future: Do not go fishing for compliments from a dry, empty 55-gallon oil drum with holes in the bottom.
What scares me is that on more than one occasion, I’ve had to train a Lizzie to do an office job. Dear God. What will happen the morning their mother can’t pick out their wardrobe for the day?
This ‘memory’ of yours…. What do you use it for, actually?
And for your protection against surveillance pickles, we thank you.
I have yet to devise a proper test for it, but I strongly suspect Rule 34 is both autochthanous and spontaneous; that is, any subject on the internet will automatically devolve into a sexual version of its content, even without active human intervention. Tricky.
Too much work. We’re not masochists.
Randall Munroe’s explanation was funnier.