

Me: Doctor, what is wrong with me?
Doctor: You need to get laid.


Me: Doctor, what is wrong with me?
Doctor: You need to get laid.
I’m afraid I just federated myself
I’m imagining Trump standing in a shit trench, looking confused.
Maybe not the load bearing drywall, but a flight of stairs leading down to a window you’d easily crash out of if you tripped and the fire hazard of the innumerable outlets in the kitchen were at best questionable in terms of safety.


Ho… hold it. Hold it just a little longer…
She seems a lot happier next to him.
*“no, this is patrick”



Frankie the Squealer


I can’t believe France has developed trains that run on biomass!
First of all, it’s not true. It’s not true that John Oliver fucked a couch. So if you have any proof that John Oliver fucked a couch stop gossiping and go right to the police with it.
You should have…
checked your posting.
Leader (possibly) of the civilizing forces
Ah yes, now my brain recognizes the photo that is cropped from. Probably didn’t immediately recognize it because all my brain remembers of the full photo is balding Elon.
Who is that in the bottom right?
Gonna tell my grandkids that’s Becker and Borg
Chuu mentioned, time to post the GIF!

People will see this and just think “Cowabunga”