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
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?
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.
Tom gets it
He understands.
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.
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’ve never seen an analog digital media post before.
Yet another marriage ruined by Big Towel. Smh my head
“All our fucking neighbors” this is the internet you dont have to self censor
In their defense it might be the name of the subdivision / street and not a curse word, but censored to avoid “doxxing”.
Doesn’t really match the tone, it’s probably the name of the apartment complex
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”.
Gotta love they ask for your income level before asking your name.
Still deciding.
I really hope this isn’t satire.
I mean, it’s pretty good satire but it would be good if it’s true
It’s a @truewagner bit.
Is that the same person who made the milk bath advertisements?
That sounds like his
It’s always a good day when a new TrueWagner project hits the wild.
This guy hits my humor button perfectly
Same. We’ve got a local guy here in New Haven, CT that’s doing similar stuff. Once a week or so, I take a walk around town looking for new ones. I’ll post the next one I find.
I could go for a big pile of towels to hide in.
Yeah, I want a snuggle hut!
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.
you can put that in the lover’s style section
