Have a sibling and only one toboggan.
You know what? I think I could really go faster with a dick in my back…
“bro you getting hard? I told you to wear a cup”
“But step-brother, I am wearing a cup”
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The sport for the Ambiguously Gay Duo
Tobogganing.
Tobogooning*
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.
I’m fine with going fast on a sled being a sport. That’s cool. But, it seems like something where it’s only valid if everybody involved is actively doing something on the way down, not just being ballast.
One person sledding makes sense. But, in this sport, the guy on the bottom can’t possibly be anything but ballast, can he? He can’t see anything, so he can’t be steering or braking, right?
Same with bobsled, the guy at the front is steering. Maybe the people in the back help with something, but they can’t be too actively involved because they can’t see.
In bobsled, the other people at the back are important for the initial pushoff, since you’re allowed a running start. And then I’m pretty sure everyone helps steer, based on what the guy in the front is doing/commands he gives.
Granted, all my knowledge of bobsled comes from Cool Runnings, so take all that with a grain of salt
I think one bobsledder steers and another one runs the brakes.
They count how often the bottom nuts and add that to the score
“Please don’t pop a boner, please oh please god no!”
looks like hes about to bust.
Somewhere above they were talking about weight distribution. You think theres a team that would be faster if one of them popped a boner?
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!
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.
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.
Pretty standard, really
There’s nothing quite like a fully shaved scrotum. It really is quite breathtaking.
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.
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 mean yeah, you’re going 115 km/h in an ice channel.
At least on top you can see where you’re going.
At only the most incredibly uncomfortable neck angle.
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.
Well I’m sold
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
It’s what happens when they try to flirt but you keep missing the hints
Me: “It’s the hot dog luge”
Wife: “What? Why?”
Me: “Weiner rests in the split of the buns”
Wife:
“Bro you wanna do butt stuff but on ice going really fast in front if everyone?”
Prolly like that
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