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I'm sick of this try-hard shit. Frogs need to walk normal.

Windows are like TVs for cats. "Coming this fall on The Window Network: Fall. Season premier Sept. 22 only on TWN - Television For Cats."

ADHD is sitting in the pickup spot for 20 minutes before realizing you never finished checking out in the app.

THEM: how’s it going digging that hole for a water supply ME: well

Sometimes I just have to tell myself, "No, those dumb things you think of and put on the internet are just as dumb as all the other dumb things you smirk at. These people just don't appreciate how dumb you are, but eventually they will, and you'll get all the reskeets you deserve."

If you're going to use ChatGPT, you need to think of it as a guy you don't know at the end of the bar. He might be a plumber and know exactly how to fix your leaky toilet. He might be a drunk idiot talking out of his ass. Both will sound pretty confident.

They're called throw pillows because they're easier to throw during a pillow fight.

Me, put on the spot in Catholic school: Um... Peter, Paul, Matthew, Sleepy, Grumpy, Dopey...

I can remember most of the times I've been in a cop car.

Modern slang had me waiting for a dirty punchline.

Upsetting my family by asking if they want ‘bread lube’ on their sandwiches.

I resent that the boomer social media app killed Craigslist so now I have to choose between keeping it on my phone or paying full price for a waffle maker I'll only use twice.

Check out this bitchin' jacket I bought with my Marlboro miles.

If you're ever struggling with a difficult situation in life, just remember that somewhere out there is someone who's been tasked by their boss to figure out how to appropriately cast a Michael Jackson biopic.

Me giving my cat his medicine every night.

I wish there wasn't such a massive divide between the level of filth I'm willing to live in and the level of filth I'm willing to let people see me live in.

When I was a kid, I secretly rooted for Gargamel to catch and eat the Smurfs. I think I wanted to eat them too. I felt wrong and bad and never told anyone.

Therapist: Why do you think you keep staying up so late? Me: Because if I go to sleep, tomorrow will start, and I'll have to face responsibility. I need to remind myself that my responsibilities are actually a privilege. Therapist: I don't know why you insist on paying me.

him: nice dress me: thanks, i was buried in it