Have a sibling and only one toboggan.
You know what? I think I could really go faster with a dick in my back…
In luge, being the best is sort of just a height and weight distribution thing. I honestly think a corpse that’s my same shape could win.
The sport needs her. She’s a once in a generation… shape.
Alexander Skarsgard was great on SNL
Jane Wickline has singlehandedly breathed new life into SNL for me. Previously it was Pete Davidson (RIP his career choices) that made me feel represented there. Made me excited to watch.
Haven’t been huge on SNL in a while, but I fucking love Sarah Sherman’s stuff.
Absolute fucking maniac
Pete Davidson (RIP his career choices)
What’s he done? I haven’t seen much from him since his comedy special a few years ago.
And yeah, I’ve been loving Jane’s stuff as well. Her songs can be kind of hit or miss but she’s so great in general. I loved how she played off the reaction to the Trumpet mom in the recent sketch
He did the Riyadh Comedy Festival. He was judged especially hard since his dad was a 9/11 victim
He did the Riyadh Comedy Festival.
I never understood the popularity of Pete Davidson.
“bro you getting hard? I told you to wear a cup”
“But step-brother, I am wearing a cup”
(ʘ言ʘ╬)
Just two bros, nuts to butts, at breakneck speeds.
I’m surprised that even needed clarification. Like, we’re not watching a couple of red pandas in M1 Abrams playing water polo with telephone poles, what the fuck about that picture is baffling to you?
My only question is how terrifying is it being the top in this scenario? Looks precarious at best.
I’d imagine that when your forward velocity is that great, your desire to not become human luge paint is generally such that you can eat charcoal and produce only the finest of Tiffany cuff links. Not sure what that says about the Lego brick below you, but they made their choice.
At least on top you can see where you’re going.
At only the most incredibly uncomfortable neck angle.
I mean yeah, you’re going 115 km/h in an ice channel.
Well I’m sold
The top guy is solidly connected to the shaft. Good for cornering.
Isn’t weird that the twink is on top?
You’ve gotta spice up your love life, dude, change things around every so often, try something new occasionally. You might both like it.
Yes exactly! One position gets boring after a while.
I had a friend who lived with a few dudes in a house, and I go over to her place and she’s getting ready and one of her roommates is sitting in the kitchen eating a chicken breast and broccoli. We get to chatting, and he tells me he’s going to Olympic trials for luge, and so obviously I ask how you get into that.
He ends up telling me he ran and was successful at track, and he basically got poached, mainly because of his size and his running ability.
So yeah. That’s it.
“Please don’t pop a boner, please oh please god no!”
looks like hes about to bust.
“Too late now. Fuck it, I’m going for it.”
Or maybe do?
That’s how they lock in
Geeze, who do you think these guys are, ski jumpers?
They gotta go half chub or it won’t make the suit bigger.
Speed boner!
Somewhere above they were talking about weight distribution. You think theres a team that would be faster if one of them popped a boner?
where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons.
Pretty standard, really
There’s nothing quite like a fully shaved scrotum. It really is quite breathtaking.
No actually the boy is quite astute. I really am trying to kill him, but so far unsuccessfully. He’s quite wily, like his old man.
Lol, I definitely did not fully appreciate this when watching as a teen. Hilarious.
Mr Evil?
That’s Doctor Evil to you.
I didn’t spend six years in evil medical school to be called Mister, thank you very much.
The sport for the Ambiguously Gay Duo
Me: “It’s the hot dog luge”
Wife: “What? Why?”
Me: “Weiner rests in the split of the buns”
Wife:
Craig: “What are we doing again?”
Mark: “We need to practice our luge doubles.”
Craig: “…”
Mark: “So I’m gonna need you to lie down on top of me.”
Craig: “Mark, this is a couch.”
Mark: “It’s just practice. We don’t have to be moving.”
Craig: “Mark, you asked me over to watch football.”
Mark (turns on football game): “Now come over here.”
This feels like a Peep Show sketch
