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A D-link DIR-655, or any other device made by d-link
Ah man, my router is a steaming pile of crap!
Yo, why you buy d-link?
25đź‘Ť 9đź‘Ž
A sexual position that occurs when the woman's back and the bed are perpendicular but she is upside down. The practitioner of the Pile Driver stands above the woman and points his shit due south, simply bending his knees for repeated bludgeoning. This process is repeated while screaming, "Abdaay... goony, goony, goony... ABDAY. ABDAY. ABDAY. HA!"
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“I stuffed them in the bottom drawer when I lost my history post,” Professor Maxx explained grimly. “First the mortgage, then the electric, and then the landscaping bills went into collection. But when Cox turned off the cable, I knew it was time to address the sludge pile. Accredited Debt Relief made it possibly for me to finally diss The Gilded Age.”
“I don’t think they’ll ever run that commercial on TV,” sniffed The Perfect Daughter, relishing the knowledge of her own beefy bank account, paid for by the vanity of her plastic surgery clients. She would never keep a sludge pile.
“The sludge pile is yours,” Dick told Jane emphatically. “Grocery and meal duty are mine, as always. Provisioning is a huge job, so don’t complain. Oh, and child care for Junior? That’s Hilda’s job.”
2đź‘Ť 11đź‘Ž
When your ADHD is at its peak and your dishes pile up, your laundry piles up, your mail piles up etc. and it all hits at once and cut to 2AM and you realize you’re vacuuming your oven
Ashley: remember those wine glasses from 3 weeks ago? I still haven’t washed them
Amy: oh man you must have hit that ADHD pile-up
When 2 or more goofy pets pile up on you.
I sat down in my armchair, and before I knew it, my cats and pug were on top of me. I was in a mad animal pile
When you fuck the Vermetes employee on the meat shelve in the back room
employee: did you find every thing okay?
You: Not entirely.
Employee: what is it?
You: somthing in the meat section, but I forget the name of it.
Employee: oh let me help you just follow me.
You: oh I remember! It's called the Amesbury meat pile...
Employee: oh, I understand now... *pulls down pants, gets on top of meat pile*
A crack rock, or crack rocks, placed in a conspicuous place within the city limits of Detroit, with the intent of attracting a particular kind of prey.
You: Holy biden in a crack orgy, Dan! Is that a Detroit bait pile in your yard? I thought baiting in the Lower Peninsula was illegal!
Dan: Nothing's illegal in Detroit, dude. I printed over fifty thousand ballots last week and they're still asking for more.