7 is 100% true
Hello, fellow Glens
Glen, Glen 🤝
ONE OF US! ONE OF US!
can we give them this? Of course we cannot.
Why does this feel so all-encompassing?
I was a hobbledehoy-pilled flummoxmaxxer, until i started snollygosting like a yogurt slinging Glen.
I don’t like how quickly my brain made sense of this
Wait, which aren’t true? I’ve observed all of these, but admittedly it’s a small sample size.
please don’t flummox your men, it isn’t healthy for them, vet fees aren’t cheap
I didn’t know what that word was and panicked for 5 minutes before googling it.
oh no, you’ve been flummoxed, breathe in this bag.
why does it smell like chloroform
shhh, just breathe
Can I have a go on the bag when Pudutr0n is done? I could use a nap
You mean Glen?
Glen Pudutr0n, yes
But men have no sense of smell.
I’d like to petition that we can have a flummox, as a treat 🥹
But is just a treat, not too regularly
Yaaaaay~
Deflummoxulation isn’t cheap!
It isn’t that bad, but some Glens can get easily flummoxed going to the vet, making it more complicated.
This feels like the text equivalent of that one person who draws those people with the horrifically bad anatomy. You know, the guy who drew the mailman having his abnormally long fingers being licked by another man.
Chris Simpsons artist
I have not seen those, nor do I wish to now.
Actually all of the men in the Great Lakes area were lost in the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.
Every. Single. Man.
#10 is true. Source: the documentary Glen Gary, Glen Ross.
Not true, my husband’s middle name is glen. After his father. Glen20
Not all of them are false…
This is true
Source: am potato
In general, if someone hates you, I simply recommend not being around them. Not complicated.
Big if true.
Correction on point 1: Most men prefer you pour yogurt only into their mouth-hole, not any of the other holes. Please respect that.
I refuse to comment on points 2-10.
You’re telling me that Kellogg was an outlier?
Damn. Now you all know my name! I also made the mistake of thinking deeply. May as well drop me from a helicopter. Preferably one very high up
I don’t have a fiddle, I have a banjo. Am I still Glen?
Shhh Glen, you’ve been flummoxed, get in the mailbox
