Facebook groups getting out of control! 🤣

33 minutes ago, NOTW said:

Facebook groups getting out of control! 🤣

Checking it out.

I have really big sperms like that.

@mr_hunt

5 minutes ago, mikemack8 said:

@mr_hunt

Which one's @mr_hunt ?

1 hour ago, The_Omega said:

tell me when they get this...

With that music that thing would last less than 5 minutes in my house.

When eggs cost this much you can't afford to lose even ONE chicken

13 hours ago, NOTW said:

@Arthur Jackson You need bailed out?

25 minutes ago, mikemack8 said:

@Arthur Jackson You need bailed out?

I can explain.

I own my own garden shed but I have been contemplating the purchase of a second. To be clear, I currently possess only one.

While inspecting and comparing various models I decided to take some photos of the interior of one particularly handsome aluminium shed at Lowe's. Unfortunately, an employee that happened to be passing by saw the shed door open and closed and locked it before I knew what was happening. My shouts for help went unheeded and the electrically-conductive nature of the shed served sufficiently as a Faraday cage to render my mobile phone ineffective. The store closed shortly after, leaving me alone in a hot, dark box reminiscent of my prenatal existence.

I soon realized that I would be unable to tolerate the accumulating heat of the small space for long, and made the difficult decision to disrobe entirely. As the hours went on, however, it became apparent that I still may not survive my predicament in the dangerous, stifling air. In desperation, I proceeded to kick the metal siding where I deemed it weakest, hoping at a minimum to create an aperture for some airflow, and at best a portal large enough to facilitate emancipation from my metallic captor. To my surprise and elation, I was able to eventually affect a separation between two slats sufficient to allow some welcome air exchange, but to my disappointment it was only just too small a cavity for my svelte, yet muscular frame to pass.

I was resigned to continue awaiting a morning rescue when I remembered that I keep a container of petroleum jelly with me at all times as I tend to chap. I rummaged through my discarded clothing to find the tube in my silken vest pocket. My plan was to lubricate my body as to allow it to pass through the newly-formed opening of this frightening, cacophonous womb. As I ritualistically and sensuously slathered the cool jelly all over my attractive body, the door of the shed suddenly clanked, then opened, letting in a blinding light - the first I had seen in nearly twelve hours.

You have Venmo?

1 hour ago, Arthur Jackson said:

I can explain.

I own my own garden shed but I have been contemplating the purchase of a second. To be clear, I currently possess only one.

While inspecting and comparing various models I decided to take some photos of the interior of one particularly handsome aluminium shed at Lowe's. Unfortunately, an employee that happened to be passing by saw the shed door open and closed and locked it before I knew what was happening. My shouts for help went unheeded and the electrically-conductive nature of the shed served sufficiently as a Faraday cage to render my mobile phone ineffective. The store closed shortly after, leaving me alone in a hot, dark box reminiscent of my prenatal existence.

I soon realized that I would be unable to tolerate the accumulating heat of the small space for long, and made the difficult decision to disrobe entirely. As the hours went on, however, it became apparent that I still may not survive my predicament in the dangerous, stifling air. In desperation, I proceeded to kick the metal siding where I deemed it weakest, hoping at a minimum to create an aperture for some airflow, and at best a portal large enough to facilitate emancipation from my metallic captor. To my surprise and elation, I was able to eventually affect a separation between two slats sufficient to allow some welcome air exchange, but to my disappointment it was only just too small a cavity for my svelte, yet muscular frame to pass.

I was resigned to continue awaiting a morning rescue when I remembered that I keep a container of petroleum jelly with me at all times as I tend to chap. I rummaged through my discarded clothing to find the tube in my silken vest pocket. My plan was to lubricate my body as to allow it to pass through the newly-formed opening of this frightening, cacophonous womb. As I ritualistically and sensuously slathered the cool jelly all over my attractive body, the door of the shed suddenly clanked, then opened, letting in a blinding light - the first I had seen in nearly twelve hours.

You have Venmo?

Well done

Fabulous

Still fabulous, but differently

@probably

On 5/6/2025 at 6:23 PM, The_Omega said:

This is the best thing on the internet

Oh I died over in here ...

do i need to use a code so you tube video links aren't so massive ??