Blue waffles, goatse, and meatspin are some of my greatest weapons against coworkers who don't use the internet quite like I do.
https://encyclopediadramatica.se/Shock_Site/Discharges The descriptions, while not leaving much to the imagination, seem tailored to make your brain don its hat, pick up its briefcase and check out on the time clock for the evening.
"Blue Waffle" is not a name you give something like this. It sounds like an obstacle on the Rainbow Road level of Mariokart. No, I think a name like Discharged Martian Death Herpes would be slightly more suitable. I've watched hardcore snuff that would make me wince less on viewing.
Excellent shots of some blue waffle. Spoiler I can't tell from some of these posts, but just so you people know, blue waffle disease isn't a real thing. It's just something another depraved sick bastard came up with because internet. Edit: Apparently you can get something like it if you spray herpes love all over, and then beat the vagina with a crow bar, so there's that.
It's REAL, dude. The scientists working for the CIA, Knights Templar and the Lizard People petri dished that shit up back in 2010 to drive up condom sales that have microchip lowjacks in them. Lohan was patient zero.
The neighbors continue to support my hypothesis that the worse your taste in music, the louder you feel the need to play it. Nickelback is rattling my brain and filling me with murderous rage. And I can hear them drunkenly yelling along way off key. At what time does it become appropriate for me to knock on their door in my PJs to tell them how much I hate them? Also, when did I get so cranky and old? Oh man, now they're playing KC and JoJo. Better than Nickelback, I guess. Kids these days, amirite?
Take it from me, this approach never works. Try something hip, something new: If they're blasting "All My Life" run into their yard wearing a ski mask and a shirt as pants and scream "Oh, SHIT this my fucking JAM, SON!!!" Slow dance and make out with a large stuffed animal and then burn your initials into their driveway with lit kerosine. When they ask the next day, blame in on your Ambien prescription and accept no responsibility for your actions. The only way to deal with a bully is to fight them. The only way to deal with an asshole is to out-asshole them.
Bestiality and blue waffles, finally some normality. I have three message boards I visit regularly. One of them, people I know IRL, had 5 people leave this week and one person banned tonight. Then another board, this one with mostly internet strangers, a few of which I've met IRL, had the owner of the board threatening to ban another member, which pissed a lot of folks off. I don't know what the fuck is going on, but I was so afraid of what I would find if I came here. So yeah, I'll gladly take some horse-fucking with a side of vag disease if it means people are getting along.
I don't think I can yell loud enough for that. They are in an apartment in the building next door. There's a little yard, a driveway, and a big row of trees and bushes in between. And it's still loud enough for me to shazam their music selections. I know because I tested it on Hey, Soul Sister, which is a song I unfortunately recognize. Now (according to Shazam), they are playing "We Run This Town" by Luke Bryan. I do not approve.
I agree, fight fire with fire. Also, who the hell outside of impoverished wayside bumfucks on the West coast take Nickelback seriously as a band anymore or ever or since?
Or perhaps this? Although, to be fair, they did turn the music off at 1:30. Better than the last neighbors who made a habit of starting their shitty jam band practice around that time.
A local radio station just reminded me how bad this particular album was... Worth putting on the list.