I have no idea what’s going on please explain the joke
‘I have no idea what’s going on’ < this is the joke.
Love Alan Wagner. Such a recognizable style. It feels like handmade, bespoke humor. A rarity nowadays
You will certainly not regret having 3 pile of towel.
Tom looking forlornly out of the towels is gutting me.
GODDAMIT! Here I was thinking that this was a wonderful way to maturely alert the world to their new status, and in the end it just turns out to be nothing but another AD! SPAM!
I’m profoundly disappointed.
What an absolute frood.
Absolute gigafrood energy.
some may even call him a hoopy frood
Well he certainly knows where his towel is
Tom gets it
He understands.
Yet another marriage ruined by Big Towel. Smh my head
growing up in a small town, this is accurate.
the Jr high science teacher was the town whore. you could find her at the bar most Fridays. you knew she was there by the smokers cackle.
how would a student know who’s in the bar you might be asking yourself. because it was the town watering hole and everybody went there.
how did a student know she was the town whore? because several high school students couldn’t keep their mouths shut after losing their virginity.
she did throw the best parties in highschool though, if you were into the swingers lifestyle.
fun fact, her husband was a cuck.
we had two.
we had the BEST high school cross country team in the public high school leagues. came in 2nd at state every year behind the private catholic school that recruited all across the state of california, you know, Jesuit? Because we had the best coach. He knew what to do because like, he was a regular ultramarathoner. Did ironman. All that shit. We had steep hills to race on. English teacher saw Coach J at a local fun run, and I will not deny she was a good runner (came first in her age group, men and women. I ran fun runs from age 10-17 and it’s a small enough town everyone knows everyone. Like i was out on my bike today and ran into a woman i haven’t seen in 20 years, she literally moved into town last week and was walking her dog. she thought everyone she knew had left town), English Teacher got a crush, and wangled her way into being the girls’ coach at the high school the next year.
First year, i’m told they behaved. Would run with the students unless they were doing fartleks, because instead of fartleks the team tradition was to play tag in the park for an hour and then do hill charges.
Second year, (my first year) they would send the kids off on runs and sneak into the locker room to fuck. The high school locker rooms. That were unlocked because cross country, football, soccer, several clubs, etc. would have practice. They got caught several times and were fired not just from the coaching jobs but from their teaching jobs for conduct unbecoming (if you’re going to cheat, do it where students won’t catch you. also, one of the people who caught them on campus was his daughter. in my grade. we did music and drama together and were in the same elementary class like 4 times so like, we’re still friends even though we haven’t seen each other in forever. so like, the entire team was out for blood).
Next year we got new coaches. Men’s coach taught physics, women’s coach taught PE. Special varsity coach was hired, I’m not sure we ever learned his name. We just called him Mysterio (he was into comics and loved it). Also one of the English teachers would come down and set up a water table for us (and was absolutely obsessed with sunscreen and other sun protection. i think her sister had just gotten a melanoma so i get it. well, i get it now. i’m that obsessed now about hats as sun pro). On hot, sunny days we would take our shirts off and try and fail to tan as we ran, which would upset the English teacher and cause her to go back to her room but like, it’s our workout leave us alone. The physics teacher would follow her up and the PE teacher would go back to her office and monitor the locker room for fucking (i wonder why they needed someone for that) and Mysterio would hang out by the track.
Three godsdamned weeks was all it took for the physics teacher and the English teacher to start. So like, my experience is English teachers are town bicycles. I’m sure not every one is, but like shooting 2 for 2 here for the ones i got to know.
Actually i know one more, but i have not inquired as to her wheeled status. she’s shy about that.
Unfortunate that she was a pedophile but at least she has event planning skills
I mean…these were 17-18 year old students. well within the age of consent in the state this happened in.
still gross though.
Fair yeah, I think the teacher power dynamics make it worse too 😔 hopefully these guys she used are doing ok
Jr High teacher, so they’d be a few years past being her students. Age gap is problematic, but I don’t see any school-related abuse of power there.
I’m sure they’re just as fucked up as everything else that happened in that shithole 😆
I wonder how the big pile of towels is resilient to the elements, such as wind, rain, or earthquakes
I like to think it’s like Kinger’s (Amazing Digitial Circus) pillow fort. The walls are made out of towels.
Yeah, I need a LOT more clarity on this “pile-o-towels” situation. 48 hours? Is there a chamber under there? Or does the pile just press down on him? Isn’t it soggy from the rain? What if you have to pee? Or eat? Or watch TV? How is the wifi reception in there? Does he only do it when she’s getting frisky with random dudes in the house?
48 hrs)
It’s the old tarp and towel. 3 layers of towels, then tarp, then 15 more layers of towels. You climb in between the 15 to get the comfort/weight right. The top 3 layers absorb the loud rain drop noise and the tarp keeps out the leaks.
Thanks, Tom.
I’ve never seen an analog digital media post before.
it was delivered by a snail flown by a pigeon
Gotta love they ask for your income level before asking your name.
I’m going to need to see a rear picture of both Darlene and Tom before I can really decide. So I suppose I’m still deciding.
Quick question, is the pile of towels still around?
Quick question, is the pile of towels still around?
God I hope not. Once it rains, that’s a recipe for mildew and fungus if I’ve ever seen one. You can probably smell it for a mile in every direction, to say nothing of what that’s doing to Tom.
It doesn’t say “check one only”.
Still deciding.
I could go for a big pile of towels to hide in.
you can put that in the lover’s style section
It must stink
I’m not sure what you wrote. Do you think it will stink? Or do you demand that it has to?
I often demand an olfactory component to my calming shelters. The smell of rotting bananas in particular reminds me of my first college advisor’s comfy, crowded office.
You know you can wash towels, right?
Oh yeah? And how am I supposed to dry them afterwards, smart guy? With handkerchiefs?!
What is this sorcery?
Right? What devilry holds them up like that, and how are they so neatly aligned, almost like in a line??
Throw them in the fire! And the towels too.
Given the fact that they can already do this level of sorcery, do you really want to piss them off by burning the towels they have so meticulously levitated?
Pfft, SHE can, I guess.
Yeah, I want a snuggle hut!
