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I keep my sex toys in a tote because I use them in different rooms in the house. It's my bag of dicks. I'm so sorry.

Today in Milan, a student activist group hung a trash-filled effigy of Musk upside down on a gate outside of piazzale Loreto, where Mussolini's body was displayed in 1945. They left the message: "C'è sempre posto a piazzale Loreto, Elon" (There's always room in piazzale Loreto, Elon)

Me after delivering a highbrow skeet, “You guys aren’t ready for this, but your PornBots are gonna love it.”

I’ve been off Twitter a couple years now & the joy I’ve had finding accounts here that I used to enjoy over there has been immeasurable. Didn’t realize how much I missed the silly jokes & banter.

Dear @PepperidgeFarms pls make the cookie dividers edible they're killing my momentum

If you ever share / repost anything, please let it be this

Happy New Year, Bluesky. All those things you’ve wanted for yourself are in your reach. I believe in you.

As a Pats fan I’m very torn. On one hand, I don’t like seeing the Bills win. One the other hand, fuck Aaron Rodgers.

Life hack: next time you’re on a plane wait until the quietest part of takeoff then quickly stand up and yell “KEVIN!”

I’m with Denmark.

Researchers found “that the costs Walmart imposes in the form of not only lower earnings but also higher unemployment in the wider community outweigh the savings it provides for shoppers.”

fuck marry kill but it’s all the same person

[victorian child walking into his parents’ room at 3am] i’ve done a deed most foul

Doctor: you suffer from delusions Me: I don't think so Doctor: they seem real but they're not Stuart Little: he's lying to you Me: I know

@lebatardshow.bsky.social Great show yesterday. John Amaechi was an excellent guest. Good to see you guys on here.

Last isthmus I gave you my chart The very next day You sank to your grave This year A ghost ship appears You turned into something spectral

I don’t know about you, but it doesn’t feel like Christmastime until those treetops are just glistenin’.

LAWYER: Your wife is divorcing you because you think everyone is a cop ME: *narrows eyes and looks at wife* I see you called for backup, Sharon.

honey i was just out with the guys i only had like a few beers it’s not a big deal

me: i’ll take a hot coffee barista: do u want a medium? me: like someone who talks to the dead? no thanks. barista: no, a medium coffee: me: why would i want my coffee to talk to the dead

listening to emo music at 14 years old: omg these guys understand me and my pain listening to the same emo music at 30 years old, the same age as the band when they originally made the song: (i’m behind on my rent and my girlfriend is mad at me) oh, now i get it.

*showing my hairstylist a pic* i need you to kill this person for me

Me: *carefully going around the victims body with chalk* Detective: We don’t usually outline the balls Me: oh I’m not a cop lol

I was helping my son with his homework and I told him that a female gazelle was called a madamazelle so now I have another meeting with his teacher.

“Tell me the truth, am I out of touch with the common man?” I ask. “Maybe a little,” says my butler. I scoff, but my mouth is so full of aged tawny port that I start coughing and almost choke. He pats me on the back a few times. “Don’t touch me without your gloves,” I wheeze.

[crime scene] DETECTIVE: this picture has been torn into a thousand pieces COP: why would they do that DETECTIVE: *stroking chin* it’s a puzzle

ME: “My time machine works! I just killed Bobby Hitler!” FRIEND: “You mean baby Hitler?” ME: FRIEND: ME:”I’ll be right back.”

“Who let the dogs out” they ask. “No idea” I say. They let me go. As I walk away from the police station my limp slowly disappears.

Baby bird *finishes hatching* Sorry… am I in a bowl of sticks? Am I in a fucking bowl of sticks a thousand feet off the ground right now, yes or no

Happy Thanksgiving, Bluesky peeps. It’s leg day, both at the gym & at the dinner table today.

My dentist can do it all, from a simple cleaning to identifying my charred remains

therapist: describe this picture me: that’s my father yelling at me therapist: and this one me: you having sex with my wife therapist: and this one me: aren’t these normally ink blots

“Do you want to know the secret to a long life?” Me: Absolutely not.

probably the best part about driving home for the holidays is having your car handy to scream in when you need it