Ha! Way ahead of you on THAT ONE, Gnome Boy! I’ve had the full uncensored version of that vid in my collection for WEEKS already. Nice try, though. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go have a few moments of “alone time.”
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I originally tried. A message about “Age Restricted” kept coming up when play was attempted through this site.
Adulting can be limited even on interwebs chat forums - who knew? 
Oh no you don’t. The doctor told you to give your hands and groin time to heal from all of the friction burn you caused last time from doing “that” all day. 
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OWWWWWWWWWW!!!.. 
… A little late with the reminder there, Dawn! Ow! Owie-owie-owie!.. Dammit, now I’ve got to go back to the Doc. 
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OH… MY… GOD!!! 
I just looked it up and watched the first episode! Still laughing my ass off! Holy shit, that made my day!
Healthier for you than an apple.
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“…and the side-effects are-…”
“Shut the fuck up! They ain’t no goddamn side-eeefects!”
I’m still thouroughly convinced that we’ll be responsible for our own extinction, it’s just a matter of time.
Well, DUH! It takes an intelligent species to totally fuck itself up like that. Seems to me that’s just common knowledge.
You seem to be having a “glass is half empty” sort of day. 
I’m pretty sure the end of the world comes about from the Tin Man effect and the ball has already started rolling. It was during a Christmas Eve party in 2020. Tin had just joined the site and since no one knew him; and since he was offering eggnog absolutely free, everyone showed up at his Christmas party to have a glass.
Well as it happened, during the eggnog-making process, Tin inadvertently sneezed into the mixture. Now, as disgusting as this was, oil dripping from his nose and molecules of crusted boogie spraying into the air, it would not have set the world on the path of destruction was it not for a single, self-replicating, molecule of ozium, which Tin had picked up on some sex tourism tryst to the island of Oz. Somewhere off the coast of Singapore.
Had Tin not sneezed, that molecule would have simply sat dormant in his empty brain for thousands of years. It would have eventually fossilized and become as dormant and useless as Tin Man himself. But this was not the way things worked out.
That single molecule of ozium found its way into the eggnog and began interacting with the proteins in the eggs and milk. There was enough protein in the mixture that the ozium was able to self-replicate well over a google, thus insuring, that each and every person at the party would be infected by ozium before the night was over.
The side effects of ozium, besides vivid hallucinations, elevated sex drive, delusions, disorganized thinking, feelings of grandeur or persecution, mania, depression, and an overbearing urge to place foreign objects into body orifices along with disbelief in Universe Creating Pixies the all-powerful creators of the universe and the only beings outside of time and space who has the cure.
In addition to the symptoms, ozium also has the unique characteristic of being able to bond to human protein cells and alter our DNA. Most recently, Chromodomain-helicase-DNA-binding protein 2 has fused, leading scientists to believe that human beings have evolved from apes. The truth of the matter is that human beings, once creatures of God, are now de-evolving, and ozium is soley responsible.
The human race is doomed. It is not so much that the world is going to end, but rather, we are all going to de-evolve to a point, where if the world does end, it really won’t matter. Our daily existence will be thoughts of pineapples, bananas, and shoving things into our orifices. When the world finally ends, no one will have the brains to notice.
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Ahem!.. It would seem that ozium affects memory, too. I joined in December of 2017. So it has had over four years to work its magic. Furthermore, as I recall, nobody else at that party ever got so much as a sip of that batch of eggnog. Because the moment I took the lid off the barrel, your skanky bald ass swung down from the ceiling fan and dove right into the middle of it, came up, floated on your back with bubbles coming out of your ass, and started yelling, “Look, everybody! I’m a motor boat!” And even IF anybody had wanted a glass of it by then, they would not have had a chance. Because after making two laps around the barrel propelled by your almost endless fart, you ducked your head back under, at which time the nog level started decreasing at an astounding rate. And within two minutes, the barrel was completely empty, with you lying on the bottom of it looking like a bloated furry tick. In all fairness, though, it is no surprise you don’t remember that. Basically, though, you got the entire dose of ozium all to yourself. And since you brought it up, that certainly does explain much of your behavior over the last two or three years… 
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Ahem… I was neither skinny, nor bald until I stuck my head into that barrel. Also! I recall your words exactly as you removed that lid. “Okay guys, let’s dive in!” Fuck! I didn’t know it was Eggnog. I thought it was a damn jacuzzi and I just wanted a good seat.
Now see, there you go bringing up old shit that happened a thousand years ago. That’s why our friendship is so fucking rocky. Once I was already in the fucking barrel and once you told me no one else was going to dring the shit, why in the hell wouldn’t I help you out by drinking it. I was the only fucking friend you had at the party. I was the only one unwilling to let all your hard work, not go to waste. And here you are bitching at me. You can be such and ass.
Explain My Behavior! You lying sack of bolts. You have 4 more barrels of eggnog hidden in the closet and I distinctly remember pouring myself over there and opening the door. I know for a fact you were passing out glasses of the shit because Old Man was riding his trike around the light fixtures on the ceiling; Sheldon was speaking in sentences with no more than 5 words in a sentence and with each word having no more than five letters; Ratty was leaving brown butt streaks across the floor wherever he crawled because his back legs were not working, and David spent the night with his pants down below his knees drining nog and yelling 'It’s coming, 'It’s coming, It’s coming."
Don’t give me that lame bullshit excuse! When I walked in with the barrel, YOU were the one screaming at everybody, “TIN IS HERE WITH THE EGGNOG!” And it was not a damn Jacuzzi until you got in there and started “motor-boating.” Besides, how many Jacuzzis have you ever seen where the water was green with orange streaks? Geeez… Always a bullshit excuse with you. 
As for the other events you described, I have to admit I wish I had remembered to bring my camera.
What the fuck you talking about!!! All my jacuzzies have green water with orange streeks. You have been to my house. You have seen my bathroom! Who in the fuck do you think you are talking to?
Well, back on subject, I always found the poem “The Hollow Men” kind of chilling:
Not sure I agree with the sentiment tho. Depends on my mood 
. Neither ending with a bang or a whimper is exactly brimming with optimism, but those seem to be the choices. I guess he’s talking about humanity and not just the earth. The earth is definitely doomed in 10 billion years or so but I just can’t bring myself to be much concerned.
Very disjointed and fragmentary. Weird Poem. … Went and checked the Author. TS Eliot…
LOL – Apparently the critics agreed with me… “T. S. Eliot. Like much of his work, its themes are overlapping and fragmentary, concerned with post–World War I Europe under the Treaty of Versailles”
I wouldn’t consider it one of his best works. It’s way to vague. It makes perfect sense that you would have to be in a “mood” to like the poem.