When all else fails, there's just screaming "NOOOOOOOOF!" at the top of your lungs. It may not actually accomplish anything meaningful, but it's still something worth considering.
I am not a dog. I am also not a Canadian province. If I were either of those things, I would be a Newfie, but instead, I am Noof E. Noof.
Alt account for a strange person who does odd things.
Want to know more? Feel free to ask. You may get more than you bargained for.
International Noof convention. But there's only one Noof! SAD!
Could I exist without doobs? Absolutely!
Would I be totally miserable for the rest of my days without them? Definitely!
Is there a difference between this and current reality, other than the fact that doobs currently exist? Maybe. Hard to tell though.
OK, but what do you do once you've fucked your way through your promised 72 virgins?
Blankets are capable of engulfing and digesting their prey, much like an amoeba, only more comfortable.
Sometimes, the noof says "noooooof" in a very sad, lonely way. And then it throws a doob at it's face.