I can still recall old Mister Barnslow getting out every morning and nailing a fresh load of tadpoles to that old board of his. Then he'd spin it round and round, like a wheel of fortune, and no matter where it stopped he'd yell out, "Tadpoles! Tadpoles is a winner!" We all thought he was crazy. But then, we had some growing up to do.

Shuckle is my favourite Pokemon because I got Shuckie and spent ages trying to get him to evolve. I even skipped a shiny version of it because I thought the blue shell was just a game bug. I levelled him to 50's before realising he doesn't evolve. I cried and tantrumed over that.

Still hadn't got over it for a good ten years to be honest. Couldn't think of Shuckle without getting irrationally mad. A few years back my partner told me about the mechanic where the more time you spend with the Pokemon, the more it loves you. I didn't realise that my Shuckle probably fricken adored me. I miss my Shuckle now. I wish I'd kept him so I could transfer him to another generation. I think he's on my cartridge but I'm too afraid to check if the thing is still alive after all this time.

Thanks for reading this random comment. I just wanted somewhere to share my Shuckle story and this looks like the only opportunity I'll have to talk about it.

So today, I decided to measure my weenie, just to look and see, like every man does. I planned to report back to my dudes... For the boys, y’know? So I get a boner, and I measure it with a ruler from my mom’s desk drawer... and it’s too frickin big for anyone to believe me if I told them. I’m now having a moral crisis, because if I tell the bros about my huge wombat, they won’t believe me. But momma didn’t raise a liar. So now I’m stuck between having a brosation with my guys about my huge frickin horse pole, or forever hiding in the third leg closet. How do I come about coping with the knowledge that I have a giant pulsing lightsaber dong?

draggon slayer!!! :o

insert rod a into slot zombee.

where have you been jew