Stop Blaming Boomers Because the Janitor We Immolated is Trying to Murder You in Your Dreams
We couldn’t have possibly known the janitor would return as a scarred ghoul hellbent on murdering teens. And besides, they’re YOUR dreams!
Patrick Coyne is a writer from Philadelphia. His work has appeared in Mcsweeney's, National Lampoon, Cracked, Splitsider, and other sites.
We couldn’t have possibly known the janitor would return as a scarred ghoul hellbent on murdering teens. And besides, they’re YOUR dreams!
Just over and over again, and it’s been like three hours. Or possibly thousands of years, time sort of has no meaning here.
I like to say we should glorify God in everything we do, but is it really “glorifying” the Lord when you’re sucking major ass in the dodgeball arena?
Kara, from today onward, you and I will be one in heart, body, and mind. Hey, can we curse on this thing?
My sticker is hilarious because instead of a normie cartoon of my nonexistent wife and darling children, I’ve got two big guns.
So first you met a crustacean down at the beach and the two of you “really hit it off.” Let’s unpack that a bit.
I must confess: I'm the "him" that personal trainers hate from all those ads. I stumbled upon a simple trick to cruise past weightlifting plateaus and gain 42 pounds of muscle in just one month.