It’s just an unending cycle of collecting rings and then losing them all when something comes out of nowhere and knocks you on your ass.

Now that I think about it, making them rings was kind of a heavy-handed choice…

But the desk blocks me from accessing my penis???

If her friends don’t cum- and if they don’t cum- well they’re no friends of mine

Ween is a giant circle around the entire graph that’s too large to be depicted here

I don’t know why, but I really love the idea of representing Millenials as Shrek and Gen Z as Donkey, and that’s how I’m gonna see us from now on.

You guys have fun fuckin’ that dragon. I’m gonna go angrily bathe in my filth pool. ❤️

Nah, these aren’t dongs. They’re definitely uteran, in honor of Women’s History Month!

Pretty sure this is the cover of an unreleased Primus album

Don’t ever, for any reason, do anything

Abridged version

What OP is neglecting to mention is they pronounce both of them “bwush :3”

The other one represents James’ temptation to escape accountability for his actions by saying “I was just doing hot girl shit lmao idk” and then proceed to go out and be worse

Saved you a click: Plate the pasta, put the plate on a scissor lift.

Wasn’t just the rug, either. He kept an old, wooden crate from his boyhood home in his office, as well, that he’d chew on for the tactile sensation of soft wood.

In times of great stress, Hitler was known to seriously munch some box.

1. House
2. Little window
3. Corvette
4. Everything (for him, and himself, and everybody around)

Well, let 'em come over and we can all clip coupons together

Right. When we were all laughing at the people who would have genuine reactions to things people would say to them on the internet because “the internet is serious business lmao,” that was totally fine and a different thing. It’s those damn zoomers that fucked it all up. Right.

When I was a teenager, the discussion was always “would you survive the first wave,” and my friends and I were never sure if we would or not. We didn’t realize the bar for that was whether or not you would run towards the zombies…

With a playful strawberry jam filling that gushes out of its eyes and mouth when you bite into it

I’d guess kind of like an egg cream, which is a drink containing neither eggs nor cream.

So THAT’S what the psychs meant when they said I was living in a state of mental illness…

Right? And they don’t even explain toilet paper at the end. Big disappointment for people who’d want to know