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i'm so close to standing on the side of the road barefoot wearing a sandwich board that says the end is nigh, like i'm just looking for the right hat at this point

DEATH: You're grounded! Get back here! DEATH'S DAUGHTER: Whatever. *gets on motorcycle, zooms across tightrope* DEATH: HOW DARE YOU DEFY ME!

Gulping down another two raw oysters in front of an increasingly disturbed crowd. "Right down the hatch, no hesitation! I'm gonna be sick," they say. "What is that now, a dozen?" they ask. "Where did you get all those Rocky Mountain oysters, anyway?"

I took some NyQuil trying to keep a cold at bay long enough to sleep, so it's either this *gesturing to my posts* or eating Tostitos in my underwear until I pass out.

Priest: he was best known for inventing the jack in a box, and now a short musical interlude Pallbearer: *starts winding a tiny handle on the side of the coffin*

i got stung by a radioactive bee i can't fly or make honey, but my knees look fucking spectacular

"that's a nasty habit you've got there" i declare, as i goose Sister Agatha

Wild how no one seems to care what the monitor lizards are monitoring — or who hired them to do it in the first place

Love means secretly recharging his toothbrush and he thinks its just the most amazing battery life ever

Reading Travels (Gulliver's version) and I don't know which is the more cathartic voyage of his artistic expression, the big exes or the little exes

just realized that you can’t breathe while you are trying not to breathe

What do you mean my post isn't funny? Do you have any idea about the demands on the shitposter of today? The tension between speed and timing, relevance and irreverence, pathos and humour. Just sit down and laugh g’dammit.

If you bury your head in the sand you can hear what it sounds like when crabs bite you while you suffocate

*has been awake for a couple hours* *looks around* Ok, well, should probably go take a nap

Me (not a careful reader): Whoa, your name is awesome. Demise. It's ominous and powerful, like a god-boss in a JRPG game. Her: It's Denise.

Luigi Mangione is in prison for his own good. If he were freed, it would only be a matter of days (perhaps hours) before he turned into a dessicated mummy from having his dick sucked so much.

Guy: How many puppies does it take to screw in a lightbulb? Do you know yet? Me (in a sea of puppies): No, they haven't done it. Bring more

Thoroughly enjoying this resurgence of the word dipshit. Way to go, social media!

Need a garden shed sized blueberry muffin that I can eat my way into then lay down for a nice warm, blueberry nap in.

Baby, let me rummage through your junk drawer, Baby.

Professional face slapping seems like the kind of sport I could actually excel at.

Sorry I wrote ‘This is literally the best day of my life!' instead of 'Good luck, I'll miss you!' on your leaving card.

Isn’t it disappointing when you go to give blood and they don’t take all of it?

Is it a bird? Is it a plane? Nope, it’s a joke going over your head again.

"I just want you to act like a normal human being today. Is that too much to ask?" Yes.