by the random. November 24, 2021

by RPlath March 10, 2023

A lumbering, sub-human brute with a bulbous frame and an unnaturally wide base. His thick, fat, calloused hooves are often crammed into women’s footwear. His face, a big, dumb, perfectly round slab of confusion, sits atop his hairy mass, though his scalp remains curiously barren. He speaks in a slow, monotone drawl, as if each word is a struggle against his own stupidity.
Chronically late to work and a walking medical mystery (at least in his own mind), he suffers from an extreme case of hypochondria. His days are punctuated by dramatic medical ailments, followed by frantic calls for an ambulance to ferry him from his own home, only for doctors to confirm, yet again, that absolutely nothing is wrong.
A connoisseur of filth, this swamp-dwelling specimen produces greasy, bile-ridden shits at an alarming rate. He is a walking biohazard, harboring every known strain of hepatitis along with a few that science has yet to discover.
Despite his Neanderthal-like attributes, Brad possesses a shockingly average IQ. However, his dental history suggests a level of neglect that has single-handedly funded his dentist’s children’s college tuition. Though Big Bad Brad’s underwear is often covered in matted hair and shit, he remains a friend to all and, in his free time, a self-proclaimed world-class chiropractor, despite having no formal training or hygiene standards.
Chronically late to work and a walking medical mystery (at least in his own mind), he suffers from an extreme case of hypochondria. His days are punctuated by dramatic medical ailments, followed by frantic calls for an ambulance to ferry him from his own home, only for doctors to confirm, yet again, that absolutely nothing is wrong.
A connoisseur of filth, this swamp-dwelling specimen produces greasy, bile-ridden shits at an alarming rate. He is a walking biohazard, harboring every known strain of hepatitis along with a few that science has yet to discover.
Despite his Neanderthal-like attributes, Brad possesses a shockingly average IQ. However, his dental history suggests a level of neglect that has single-handedly funded his dentist’s children’s college tuition. Though Big Bad Brad’s underwear is often covered in matted hair and shit, he remains a friend to all and, in his free time, a self-proclaimed world-class chiropractor, despite having no formal training or hygiene standards.
After clogging the toilet for the third time that week, Bad News Brad waddled out, wiped his sweaty brow, and blamed it on his undiagnosed heart condition.
by Dwaggerbomb March 13, 2025

A confessional. In Catholicism, it’s required to confess your sins to a priest inside a fully enclosed booth. This is part of the sacrament of reconciliation, and must be done in order to be in good standing with the church. Sins can be major like killing someone to something minor such as masturbating or smoking weed. Either way, they both must be confessed the same.
John: I had the craziest night last night, hotboxed it with Julia before she gave me head for 30 minutes.
Paul: Thats dope bro. Gonna go to the bad boy booth this Sunday?
John: Of course, I kinda have to.
Paul: Thats dope bro. Gonna go to the bad boy booth this Sunday?
John: Of course, I kinda have to.
by TriBeCaBoy56 August 10, 2024

by Isthatzayyy May 4, 2022

by cap777 October 4, 2022

Guy 1: Bro, your girl is gross.
Guy 2: Come on man, she's not that bad.
Guy 1: Not that bad rule bro, she is that bad.
Girl 1: Try this sandwich
Girl 2: That thing looks disgusting. I'm not eating that
Girl 1: Come on it doesn't look that bad.
Girl 2: Not that bad rule bitch I wouldn't feed it to my dog.
Guy 2: Come on man, she's not that bad.
Guy 1: Not that bad rule bro, she is that bad.
Girl 1: Try this sandwich
Girl 2: That thing looks disgusting. I'm not eating that
Girl 1: Come on it doesn't look that bad.
Girl 2: Not that bad rule bitch I wouldn't feed it to my dog.
by coopdaddy19 May 28, 2018
