Clif High: One of the greatest minds of our time...

[Mister Obvious]

5:52 God this is hot...

[Mister Obvious]

16:46... master.

[Mister Obvious]

[Mister Obvious]

OH CLIF.

[Mister Obvious]

Okay okay okay, I'll stop.

I'll stop.

[Mister Obvious]

For now.

[Mister Obvious]

Uh oh, I'm getting the urge again.

MUST.

FIGHT.

URGE.

Must fight urge.

I'm not trying to make you feel uncomfortable.

I'm not trying to make you anything at all...

But this feeling doesn't come along every day.

And you shouldn't blow the chance when you've got the chance to say...

GIVE ME YOUR GENIUS SPERM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Mister Obvious]

Okay, I'm done. For real.

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I love you.

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Shit!

Dammit!

Am I gonna have to ban myself?

*bans self*

[Mister Obvious]

It's just a temporary ban, don't worry, I'll be back.

[Mister Obvious]

DAMMIT!

THE BAN'S NOT WORKING!?

(That's what they said...)

[Mister Obvious]

Okay okay, dammit.

20 minutes left on this Clif video, I gotta get serious here.

Time to concentrate.

[Mister Obvious]

My passion for Clif will never die though.

For real.

[Mister Obvious]

By the way though...

Clif High and I have literally the most heinously disharmonious astrological synastry chart I've basically ever seen.

Rofl, it's essentially a 100% unrequited love kinda chart, which is again another reason why astrology is so fucking on point I don't know how anyone could ever learn about it and STILL doubt it.

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I don't care though.

I am totally unashamed of my hardcore love and appreciation for Clif even though it makes me sound as thirsty as a mofo in the desert on a horse with no name.

[Mister Obvious]

It's worth it.

[Mister Obvious]

33:50 important re: the "Supplement By Prescription" bill.

[Mister Obvious]

I would settle for cuddling.

Or holding hands.

I'm easy to please...

[Atma]

Back in the day in art school, this guy who looked E X A C T L Y like Clif -- if Clif was an old sailor -- would come into our realism class and disrobe so we could draw him as a naked human, and the entire class would just gasp in disbelief every fucking time, because you could never get used to how absurdly long this man's cock was. He was the very definition of "well hung", because that shit hung WELL below his knees. This is all kind of OT, sorry, but just wanted to add that one day over lunch we all decided to put 95% of our effort into his cock, and 5% into the rest of him, so every student would have this ultra realistic cock dominating the center of the composition, with this faded cartoonish vague "person" attached to it. This action had a double intention, because the instructor was known for running her fingers over the "successful" portions of any given composition when it came time to hang the work on the wall and discuss it as a class, and in this case, we didn't leave her any choice as to which portion was successful. Unfortunately we never got to that glorious moment of having all of our work on the wall together, as she caught on quickly.