Call him Bigmet (pronounced “big-meat”) for short.

I want to pet the forbidden striped dog.

You just put a jack under one end of the building, lift it up and let them roll out the other side. Easy peasy.

Assume a spherical child in a frictionless vacuum.

Outside, not my area of expertise.

Just waiting for a sussy baka with the requisite rizz to guide us on the path to skibidi fleekness. Poggers?

I think they’re referred to as sex workers now but agreed.

Second favorite server after the Discord with leaked classified documents.

Probably the year before it was truncated so they can get into more search results. Something like “best 2020 party ideas” (without quotes) might do it.

That’s because it’s a heart beet.

Somebody had to find out whether there really was a Mew under the truck in Red and Blue after all.

That belly demands rubs. Cute pup.

Good boy making the most of a boring situation. Every wedding should have a dog like this.

Sure. Is that person in your photo related to the question?

Sometimes you like a meal so much, you just want to eat it all over again.

The United States has a navy and it’s full of seamen.

For curious monolingual folks like myself, the labels on those bags (haricots de Soissons) indicate that they’re full of beans. You can see a similarly NSFW example of a postcard referencing General Oku Yasukata here along with the following explanation:

…In French, “au cul” means “at/on the ass.” Thus, as Linhart explains, “Oku” and “ass” are homophones in French, restricting the pun to a play on the French figure of “General Ass.”

Knowing exactly how much bullshit (or elephant shit, in this case) you can get away with is a key competency of military members that transcends space and time. If we don’t get stories like this out of our first war against the Alpha Centaurians, it’ll be because no humans are left to tell them.