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*from inside a flaming dumpster I’m fine.

“It’s sundress season,” I chuckle,” fashioning the light summer garment into a noose.

“I’m in a sorry state.” "I thought you called them provinces.“

If you pretend that you're erasing evidence of a murder while cleaning the bathroom, you'll do a better job and it's more fun!

having a fake Jackson Pollock isn't the flecks you think it is

They’ve killed off Mr Peanut and the Duolingo Owl but brought them both back from the dead. Fooled me 2X. I WILL NOT BE SATISFIED UNTIL A CORPORATION KILLS ITS MASCOT AND POSTS ITS SEVERED HEAD

Now, a message from Rev. Thurl H. "Skeet" Ravenscrof: Vodka Shot Bingo 7p to floor. Due to its extreme popularity, an additional Fun With Spiders event has been added to the program. God bless.

{marriage counseling} I guess it all started when I saw him put the toothpaste on before the water... *therapist scribbles furiously*

Teacher: Write what you know. Student: *writes "what you know."*

Listening to my playlist in Order Added, to track my mental health like the rings of a tree

We've gone ahead and replaced the egg shells with glass. And now we walk.

The downside of not being very talkative is that people tend to think that you’re a listener.

Going to pronounce Penelope like envelope from now on

Sometimes I think of posts that are too specific to my town and then you might know where I live and try to assume my identity, so I can’t post them, but just know that they were funny.

i need a retail store that sells me good life choices or im never gonna have any

Thinking about burgeoning later

Lot's wife: *is transformed into a pillar of salt* Deer watching nearby: oh fuck yeah

I hope this email finds you languishing in the prison of your mind

I’ll die on that hill of beans

Your Daily Affirmation: While standing in the middle of this hurricane of stupidity, I remain a bright, sunny spot by remaining well informed.

“I aim to please.” You might want to work on your aim.

By far, the most enjoyable aspect of my job is whacking shit with a hammer

I haven't skeeted about murder in a while and that's exactly how a real killer would put you at ease.

Father, Son, and the Holy Spirit Halloween (formerly Circuit City)

Our parents were so insistent that the first grandchild have a biblical name, that we named her Pontius Pilate, to spite them.

This being human thing at a thousand miles an hour hurts my heart, love.

Not to brag, but I've been told I have an immense ennui.

A turducken, but it’s croissant, bear claw, cinnamon roll.

Chick fil-A: We're not open Sunday because of the Lord. Taco Bell: We named this sauce after Satan.

I just want to be important enough to say “Leave us” to a roomful of people and empty the room

My dream job is to be a gargoyle spitting rainwater away from the foundation of a cathedral

I’m on a business trip and I get this text from my husband, “I think the kids have hidden a hotdog in the house, but I can’t find it”

Pro tip never check the expiration date on the condiments in your refrigerator door

[God making rhubarb] What if celery tasted like cough syrup and burned your tongue?

Once I thought I saw the Northern Lights but it was just a massive t-shirt—maybe thousands of miles long—burning up in the earth’s atmosphere, fired from an interstellar t-shirt cannon the origin of which I was neither trained nor equipped to determine.

Only 37 days until gazebo season.

I wish my dog had thumbs so we could text

I dunno I guess another one of my favorite things is an empty plastic bag tangled up in the bare branches of a tree

It’s only cologne if it’s from a specific region in Germany, otherwise it’s just sparkling scent

Alexa, release The Kraken.

"...ooooor 2025" --The Mayans

To honor my continued commitment to authenticity I've changed my email signature from warmly to coldly.

I won’t be going to any psychics for the foreseeable future.

I have a terrible, incurable genetic condition that causes me to be related to my family members

Me: if I’m guilty of anything, it’s loving too much Judge: and indecent exposure Me: well yeah

*walking into a mattress shop* me: I'd like one nap please

The Garbage Pail Kids are now in charge of the US Department of Sanitation.

I can’t go out tonight, i’m too stupid.

Remember when we thought we drank a lot during the pandemic? Ha those were the days huh?

leper colony removes “A Farewell to Arms” from it’s ‘suggested reading list’ . it took me 3 days to come up with this one . you’re welcome 😬