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Screenwriter/co-creator/showrunner for the upcoming TLC series What the F*** is this S***? and Lifetime Network's Pet Waste Makeover. 🇺🇦
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You miss 100% of the boots you don’t lick.

The reason it's called happy hour is because all the other hours are miserable

Federal Judge Rules Mass Firings Are Illegal and “Should Be Stopped”. Mass Shootings? “Ehh, Whaddyagonnado?”

I'm tired of this whole “punch Nazis” thing —it's not the only solution. You can also knee them in the groin.

The polka festival is canceled. Please adjust your plans accordionly.

26 Feb 2025

America’s starting to feel like day 3 of Woodstock ‘99

Lord Rat Squirt is pure, concentrated happiness—a joy laser piercing straight into our hearts.

My arse is on fire!

I can't stress enough how poorly timed this resurgence of meritocracy is for me personally, as I've recently transitioned to boost my career prospects—into a Bulgarian peg-legged trans necrophiliac with a sharp stutter.

25 Feb 2025

I can count on one hand the number of times I crapped in my drawers in public, but I do mean on my grotesquely deformed 28 fingered hand.

If you're such a Jedi, why not answer the distress signal coming from my Outer Rim?

You've heard of ACAB, but what about ABBT? All Butts Blast Turds.

my right armpit smells worse than my left one. what do?

(yelling at other driver who is flipping me off) CAN'T YOU SEE I'M STRUGGLING

I like my tea like I like my Fett.

Waltzing Matilda isn’t a waltz. Honestly, I’m starting to question the entire continent.

Show some initiative during an alien abduction—teach them how to really work that probe.

Since the Statue of Liberty is now irrelevant, I built a worthy replacement.

Imagine sex with me. Wrong, more slide whistle.

Frosted Flakes is my go-to cereal for when I want to channel the raw power of an apex predator.

No one is supposed to be above the law, but tall people have a solid legal loophole.

If you’re reading this, your search history includes “recipes for personal poop consumption.”

Food critics are wild. Bro, why are you bullying spaghetti?

Looks like someone really did a number on you—a number two, that is.

I want to leave the USA, but not because it's sinking. I’m just a rat with impeccable timing.

Nothing says, “I mean business” like a well-swung pillowcase full of melba toast.

I canceled Disney+ because I heard they had some cartoon about poking hauntuses.

If white mediocrity made America “great”, I guess we're back on the rails.

As I eliminate feces from my body, I assume my rightful title: the Poop Czar.

Despite what they say, in space, everyone can hear you scream—so shut up, some of us are trying to hypersleep

My wife refused to have sex with me in the bathroom, claiming it wasn’t “romantic.” I don’t get it—I even put the seat down and hit the air freshener twice.

Me to kids: “Guess what? I got fireworks!” (Kids: “Yay!”) “Oh wait, no… I got fired at work.” (Kids: “Aww.”)

Modern ghosts are just lazy. Whatever happened to good old-fashioned shrieking?

Mother taught me that it was Good, Clean, and Polite for a man to always sit down to pee, which is how I just now came out of this White Castle Bathroom with all 7 of my toenails clipped — try doing that at a urinal while peeing, you would have to be an Acrobat

doing my part by calling every member of congress and burping the ten commandments

There's not a lot we can control in life right now so for the love of god do NOT forget your kegels

People always get this wrong—Frankenstein’s Monster is the monster, and Dr. Frankenstein is what the monster calls his butt.

You know those cob holders that look like corn? That concept could extend to other foods, like a corn dog where the stick is also a corn dog.

Who says lanyards are just for work? Wear one everywhere and become a pioneer of the lanyard revolution.

I'm working a second job so I can afford to egg the principal's house this Halloween.

Who's got time for fully cooked bacon? I demand grocery stores stock fully chewed and digested for those of us with jobs.

i’m starting to sign some of my own executive orders. it’s not that hard

They should really start reintroducing donkeys back into our forests, just like in the days of Eeyore.

I’m face down, ass up, but it’s due to apathy and resignation.

I can honestly say I have never given another driver the finger. Or at least, not since my early '80s Ginsu knife accident.

In space, no one can hear you scream for ice cream.

Plan A: RFK. Plan B: Mayor McCheese. Plan C: Grimace, but only if we needed a wartime consigliere.

Plato and Aristotle were right: blondes really do have more fun.