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guy: How could you do this?! I thought you were a reliable guy!
guy: How could you do this?! I thought you were a reliable guy!

How could you do this?! I thought you were a reliable guy!

guy: I’m a guy like me … Nice move
guy: I’m a guy like me … Nice move

I’m a guy like me … Nice move

guy: I like this guy
guy: I like this guy

I like this guy

guy: Not a black guy in sight 🤔
guy: Not a black guy in sight 🤔

Not a black guy in sight 🤔

guy: ups-dogs:Piper & Ruby the Frenchies & Augie the English Bulldog love their UPS guy, Wyatt.Thanks for considering.Meryle Fischer (proud doggositter)Durango, CO
guy: ups-dogs:Piper & Ruby the Frenchies & Augie the English Bulldog love their UPS guy, Wyatt.Thanks for considering.Meryle Fischer (proud doggositter)Durango, CO

ups-dogs:Piper & Ruby the Frenchies & Augie the English Bulldog love their UPS guy, Wyatt.Thanks for considering.Meryle Fischer (proud do...

guy: ups-dogs:On a dark and lonely night in the hills outside of Newberg, Oregon…a forlorn, feeble, famished, freezing, four-legged figure falters slowly towards my truck, trembling gingerly on arthritic limbs in the icy winter air.His grey muzzle and sorrowful eyes tell a sad tale of many years of hunger, pain and despair. A faint and sorrowful whimper emits from his throat as he gazes beseechingly at my bountiful box of biscuits, hoping against hope that I might ease his pangs of hunger and grant him one more night of survival by sharing a small morsel of sustenance with him.My heartstrings taut with compassion, I dig deep into my biscuit box and gently place 4 biscuits into his quivering jowls, praying with all my might that I have arrived in time to prevent his imminent starvation.And then…the magic happens.Like Popeye eating his can of spinach, an incredible transformation suddenly takes place. He is cured! The pain in his limbs is gone! His eyes sparkle! In less than a second, strength and vigor have returned to his formerly weak and malnourished body! In one bound he leaps from the steps of the truck and proceeds to to zoomies all about the yard like a puppy 12 years his junior, his speed turning him into a veritable blur, before running into the house thru his dog door. Through the living room window I see him leap up onto his spot on the couch next to the woodstove, a veritable blizzard of biscuit crumbs flying all over the lap of his human as he chomps happily away at the bounty of goodness that I have bestowed upon him. With tears of joy in my eyes I proceed to drive away, feeling a solemn pride in the knowledge that my generosity has saved this once-suffering dog from what was most certainly an imminent death from starvation. And to those of you who claim that I have merely been bamboozled and bewitched out of biscuits by a canine con artist, I say this; I am a trained professional with years of experience. Do I REALLY look like a guy who could get manipulated out of treats by a mere dog?By Scott Hodges
guy: ups-dogs:On a dark and lonely night in the hills outside of Newberg, Oregon…a forlorn, feeble, famished, freezing, four-legged figure falters slowly towards my truck, trembling gingerly on arthritic limbs in the icy winter air.His grey muzzle and sorrowful eyes tell a sad tale of many years of hunger, pain and despair. A faint and sorrowful whimper emits from his throat as he gazes beseechingly at my bountiful box of biscuits, hoping against hope that I might ease his pangs of hunger and grant him one more night of survival by sharing a small morsel of sustenance with him.My heartstrings taut with compassion, I dig deep into my biscuit box and gently place 4 biscuits into his quivering jowls, praying with all my might that I have arrived in time to prevent his imminent starvation.And then…the magic happens.Like Popeye eating his can of spinach, an incredible transformation suddenly takes place. He is cured! The pain in his limbs is gone! His eyes sparkle! In less than a second, strength and vigor have returned to his formerly weak and malnourished body! In one bound he leaps from the steps of the truck and proceeds to to zoomies all about the yard like a puppy 12 years his junior, his speed turning him into a veritable blur, before running into the house thru his dog door. Through the living room window I see him leap up onto his spot on the couch next to the woodstove, a veritable blizzard of biscuit crumbs flying all over the lap of his human as he chomps happily away at the bounty of goodness that I have bestowed upon him. With tears of joy in my eyes I proceed to drive away, feeling a solemn pride in the knowledge that my generosity has saved this once-suffering dog from what was most certainly an imminent death from starvation. And to those of you who claim that I have merely been bamboozled and bewitched out of biscuits by a canine con artist, I say this; I am a trained professional with years of experience. Do I REALLY look like a guy who could get manipulated out of treats by a mere dog?By Scott Hodges

ups-dogs:On a dark and lonely night in the hills outside of Newberg, Oregon…a forlorn, feeble, famished, freezing, four-legged figure fal...

guy: Who knows another guy
guy: Who knows another guy

Who knows another guy

guy: I may Noah a guy.
guy: I may Noah a guy.

I may Noah a guy.

guy: Poor guy
guy: Poor guy

Poor guy

guy: This guy put a wig on his dog to scare his neighbors
guy: This guy put a wig on his dog to scare his neighbors

This guy put a wig on his dog to scare his neighbors

guy: This guy who was drunk as f*ck tried to shazam in the silent disco
guy: This guy who was drunk as f*ck tried to shazam in the silent disco

This guy who was drunk as f*ck tried to shazam in the silent disco

guy: It’s guy love, that’s all it is
guy: It’s guy love, that’s all it is

It’s guy love, that’s all it is

guy: It’s guy love, that’s all it is
guy: It’s guy love, that’s all it is

It’s guy love, that’s all it is

guy: This guy showed up today outside of my office.
guy: This guy showed up today outside of my office.

This guy showed up today outside of my office.

guy: The guy who made this deservs a facepalm…
guy: The guy who made this deservs a facepalm…

The guy who made this deservs a facepalm…

guy: More of this guy in the comments
guy: More of this guy in the comments

More of this guy in the comments

guy: This guy is fucking hilarious
guy: This guy is fucking hilarious

This guy is fucking hilarious

guy: How can you not love this guy?
guy: How can you not love this guy?

How can you not love this guy?

guy: ask-trazzarch-the-cryptek-40k: Doom guy vs angry marines?
guy: ask-trazzarch-the-cryptek-40k:

Doom guy vs angry marines?

ask-trazzarch-the-cryptek-40k: Doom guy vs angry marines?

guy: yourfaveismakingmacandcheese: Doom Guy from Doom is making fucking mac and cheese and nobody can stop him!
guy: yourfaveismakingmacandcheese:

Doom Guy from Doom is making fucking mac and cheese and nobody can stop him!

yourfaveismakingmacandcheese: Doom Guy from Doom is making fucking mac and cheese and nobody can stop him!

guy: Revenge of the math problem guy
guy: Revenge of the math problem guy

Revenge of the math problem guy

guy: I’m a guy who often sings quietly to himself in public places(mostly without even realizing it).
guy: I’m a guy who often sings quietly to himself in public places(mostly without even realizing it).

I’m a guy who often sings quietly to himself in public places(mostly without even realizing it).

guy: Coronavirus was actually a good guy after all
guy: Coronavirus was actually a good guy after all

Coronavirus was actually a good guy after all

guy: This guy was a visionary
guy: This guy was a visionary

This guy was a visionary

guy: Thought this guy was a laugh
guy: Thought this guy was a laugh

Thought this guy was a laugh

guy: This guy hacky sacks
guy: This guy hacky sacks

This guy hacky sacks

guy: The little guy saying “nice” makes it for me
guy: The little guy saying “nice” makes it for me

The little guy saying “nice” makes it for me

guy: Poor guy
guy: Poor guy

Poor guy

guy: Good guy cops
guy: Good guy cops

Good guy cops

guy: F for this guy.
guy: F for this guy.

F for this guy.

guy: So I asked the Dominos guy to write a funny joke in the pizza box on the special description and got this
guy: So I asked the Dominos guy to write a funny joke in the pizza box on the special description and got this

So I asked the Dominos guy to write a funny joke in the pizza box on the special description and got this

guy: They are good guy
guy: They are good guy

They are good guy

guy: Stop this guy!
guy: Stop this guy!

Stop this guy!

guy: Well this one is catching on fast…. I just saw the post about this pick up line and within 10 minutes a tinder guy had sent it to me
guy: Well this one is catching on fast…. I just saw the post about this pick up line and within 10 minutes a tinder guy had sent it to me

Well this one is catching on fast…. I just saw the post about this pick up line and within 10 minutes a tinder guy had sent it to me

guy: I went to a grunge bar in Amsterdam and found this guy just sitting in a rage
guy: I went to a grunge bar in Amsterdam and found this guy just sitting in a rage

I went to a grunge bar in Amsterdam and found this guy just sitting in a rage

guy: I am not bad I’m the good guy here… he just doesn’t get it…
guy: I am not bad I’m the good guy here… he just doesn’t get it…

I am not bad I’m the good guy here… he just doesn’t get it…

guy: You are good guy
guy: You are good guy

You are good guy

guy: You are good guy by LightenWolf MORE MEMES
guy: You are good guy by LightenWolf
MORE MEMES

You are good guy by LightenWolf MORE MEMES

guy: God, I hate this guy.
guy: God, I hate this guy.

God, I hate this guy.

guy: halorvic: Found this little guy in the dishwasher
guy: halorvic:
Found this little guy in the dishwasher

halorvic: Found this little guy in the dishwasher

guy: I could make it as a homeless guy instead
guy: I could make it as a homeless guy instead

I could make it as a homeless guy instead

guy: sushinfood: justamerplwithabox: vivelafat: prokopetz: officialdeadparrot: grellholmes: elsajeni: gunslingerannie: justtkeepcalmm: dean-and-his-pie: fororchestra: musicalmelody: Fun Story: My director kept telling me and my tenor sax buddy to play softer. No matter what we did, it wasn’t soft enough for him. So getting frustrated, I told my buddy “Dont play this time. Just fake it”  Our Band Director then informed us we sounded perfect.  To my readers: “p” means quiet, “pp” means really quiet. I’ve never seen “pppp” before haha. On the contrast, “f” means loud, and “ffff” probably means so loud you go unconscious. I had ffff in a piece once and my conductor told me to play as loudly as physically possible without falling off my chair… Me and my trombone buddies had “ffff” and he sat next to me and played so hard that he fell out of his chair. The lengths we go for music. Okay yeah so I play the bass clarinet and the amount of air you have to move and the stiffness of the reed means it only has two settings and that is loud and louder, with an optional LOUDEST that includes a 50% probability of HORRIBLE CROAKING NOISE which is the bass equivalent of the ubiquitous clarinet shriek. One day, when I was in concert band in high school, we got a new piece handed out for the first time, and there was a strange little commotion back in the tuba section — whispering, and pointing at something in the music, and swatting at each other’s hands all shhh don’t call attention to it. And although they did attract the attention of basically everyone else in the band, they managed to avoid being noticed by the band director, who gave us a few minutes to look over our parts and then said, “All right, let’s run through it up to section A.” And here we are, cheerfully playing along, sounding reasonably competent — but everyone, when they have the attention to spare, is keeping an eye on the tuba players. They don’t come in for the first eight measures or so, and then when they do come in, what we see is: [stifled giggling] [reeeeeeally deep breath] [COLOSSAL FOGHORN NOISE] The entire band stops dead, in the cacophonous kind of way that a band stops when it hasn’t actually been cued to stop. The band director doesn’t even say anything, just looks straight back at the tubas and makes a helpless sort of why gesture. In unison, the tuba players defend themselves: “THERE WERE FOUR F’S.” FFFF is not really a rational dynamic marking for any instrument, but for the love of all that is holy why would you put it in a tuba part. This is the best band post  Everyone else go home Oh man, so I play trombone, and we got this piece called Florentiner Marsch by Julius Fucik, and we saw this which is 8 fortes. We were shocked until, that is 24 fortes who the fuck does that Who does that? This guy. Take a good look - that is the moustache of a man with nothing to lose. Julius IdontgivaFucik More like Julius Fuckit Pyrozod’s tags for this were too hilarious not to share
guy: sushinfood:

justamerplwithabox:

vivelafat:

prokopetz:

officialdeadparrot:

grellholmes:

elsajeni:

gunslingerannie:

justtkeepcalmm:

dean-and-his-pie:

fororchestra:

musicalmelody:

Fun Story: My director kept telling me and my tenor sax buddy to play softer. No matter what we did, it wasn’t soft enough for him. So getting frustrated, I told my buddy “Dont play this time. Just fake it” 
Our Band Director then informed us we sounded perfect. 

To my readers: “p” means quiet, “pp” means really quiet. I’ve never seen “pppp” before haha.
On the contrast, “f” means loud, and “ffff” probably means so loud you go unconscious.

I had ffff in a piece once and my conductor told me to play as loudly as physically possible without falling off my chair…

Me and my trombone buddies had “ffff” and he sat next to me and played so hard that he fell out of his chair.
The lengths we go for music.

Okay yeah so I play the bass clarinet and the amount of air you have to move and the stiffness of the reed means it only has two settings and that is loud and louder, with an optional LOUDEST that includes a 50% probability of HORRIBLE CROAKING NOISE which is the bass equivalent of the ubiquitous clarinet shriek.

One day, when I was in concert band in high school, we got a new piece handed out for the first time, and there was a strange little commotion back in the tuba section — whispering, and pointing at something in the music, and swatting at each other’s hands all shhh don’t call attention to it. And although they did attract the attention of basically everyone else in the band, they managed to avoid being noticed by the band director, who gave us a few minutes to look over our parts and then said, “All right, let’s run through it up to section A.”
And here we are, cheerfully playing along, sounding reasonably competent — but everyone, when they have the attention to spare, is keeping an eye on the tuba players. They don’t come in for the first eight measures or so, and then when they do come in, what we see is:
[stifled giggling]
[reeeeeeally deep breath]
[COLOSSAL FOGHORN NOISE]
The entire band stops dead, in the cacophonous kind of way that a band stops when it hasn’t actually been cued to stop. The band director doesn’t even say anything, just looks straight back at the tubas and makes a helpless sort of why gesture.
In unison, the tuba players defend themselves: “THERE WERE FOUR F’S.”
FFFF is not really a rational dynamic marking for any instrument, but for the love of all that is holy why would you put it in a tuba part.

This is the best band post 
Everyone else go home

Oh man, so I play trombone, and we got this piece called Florentiner Marsch by Julius Fucik, and we saw this

which is 8 fortes. We were shocked until,

that is 24 fortes who the fuck does that

Who does that?

This guy. Take a good look - that is the moustache of a man with nothing to lose.

Julius IdontgivaFucik

More like Julius Fuckit


Pyrozod’s tags for this were too hilarious not to share

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guy: Fish guy irl

Fish guy irl