Can the Last Person to Leave New York Please Turn out the Lights?
If you could make sure all of these opera chandeliers are turned off, that would be great.
If you could make sure all of these opera chandeliers are turned off, that would be great.
Screen time surpassed crying and stress-baking as the best anxiety salve. Hours of gazing at TikTok bent the tip of your spine.
Anyways, the uncapped Sharpie is getting me high, so I need to make this quick.
Beg. Lie prostrate before corporate HQ and beg. You are not above this. You have never been above this.
I love to kick back and escape my many problems by throwing on some real archival footage of a man who horrifically murdered his entire family.
Is it so terrible that I want transparency? And the permanent ability to login to his Twitter whenever I'm feeling a little fucking insane?
Like, it's actually important, it will only take a second or 30 full minutes, time means nothing to me, I'm 7 shots deep and had lettuce for dinner.
Are you sinister enough? Do you relish the insulin whiplash of your grand-twit's metabolism as he devours a Werther’s Originals from your hand?
Step 4: Find the Studs Inside the Wall - Use a stud finder for this, and definitely don’t point it at yourself first and say, “Found one!”
The experience of being diagnosed with a serious condition that causes me to pass out a lot has turned me into a natural leader.
What did you say, maggot? You’ve got “a fever”? Dude, go get that checked out right now. Brother Cody, open the window.
I have narrowly avoided being chewed up by a rat, a cat, and a very aggressive pet bird. I have also developed a severe dust allergy.