Sighs, and begrudgingly resets a counter labeled, “Days Since I’ve thought about Martin Shkreli.” Then, I place my head in my hands and begin to weep.
Sighs, and begrudgingly resets a counter labeled, “Days Since I’ve thought about Martin Shkreli.” Then, I place my head in my hands and begin to weep.
Rub your nose on your anus and you’ll have your answer.
My coworker gave me a blue marker the other day, as we were discussing something else that had to do with houses. For some reason I scrawled HOUSE on the wall (this was in a back area where no one cares,) with the blue marker.
The following week I walked past the blue house and was overcome with the realization of what I had done.
I read the book once years ago, I don’t think any other work of art has the ability to change the readers psychology. I often have dreams about wandering empty endless houses.
Also one foot note cites my hometown which is a place few people outside the state even know about.
Coward.
The train doesn’t exist, therefore it can’t be late when it’ll never be there.
On the plus side the train is never late.
You got a laugh outta me, but damn, maybe you should go to therapy Gary.
If a tarp was added to this equation it would actually do something.
sigh ZZZIIIIIPPP
There’s plenty of poor boomers. They’re most dead on account of being poor, we’re just left with the rich ones.
It’s a cross section. So the other leg of the receiver is behind the giver and the giver’s one leg is visible, it’s just all muscly.
Doin’ the Lord’s work.
Yo it’s no stupid questions, not no evil questions.
Damn. Sad to hear. Just watched the video the other day saying he didn’t have much time left. I guess they weren’t wrong. RIP and all that.
Death penalty only for white collar crime?
Hundreds and hundreds of years.
Isn’t there a character limit on shitter?