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A clip from the 1921 Windsor McKay animated short Centaurs. In a rocky crevice, a family of four centaurs hold a pose as a baby centaur entertains them with an upsetting dance. Clip ends with closeup of Baby saying Thank You.
When I post another banger skeet.
Happy Earth Day!
Doctor: What brings you in today. it's not teeth is it?
Me: No
Doctor: Okay. Good. I don't touch teeth. Different guy.
Me: It's eyes.
Doctor: Nope that's a different guy too
Just picturing the villain of the week losing their mind over the slow questioning style of a Pera Columbo.
If we want to go non conventional, I would choose Joe Pera over Jason Alexander.
Sam Rockwell would be a pretty good Columbo.
Matt Damon playing a 14th century French knight that looks like a third baseman for the Phillies. Mullet. Beard. Smells like horse shit, pine tar, and cigarette smoke.
Matt Damon while playing Odysseus who also looks like a third baseman for the Phillies. Long, skinny beard. Smells like horseshit, pine tar, and perhaps Mediterranean herbs.
Matt Damon playing a 19th century cowboy that looks like a third baseman for the Phillies. Mustache. Shaggy hair. Smells like horse shit, pine tar, and definitely chewing tobacco.
Every time Matt Damon takes on a period role he ends up looking like a third baseman for the Phillies.
A newly opened jar of peanut butter. The top is completely smooth excerpt for that little dollop, which I find oddly satisfying. Please excuse the dirty counter, my kid is a teenager.
It’s the small things.
I put my pants on like everyone else. When there’s a delivery at the front door.
Some days I feel like the chef in Burger Time, and other times I feel like the soft-boiled-egg with feet. But on rare days, I feel like the walking pickle slice.
My pal Bingo is selling his zine online. You get some fun mail for less than the price of a $4.01 product! Support artists! boppyzine.com
You’ll never guess what flew out of a pie that I opened today.
When I have the extra time, I say Hamburger Burglar.
I feel like I make so many bad jokes on here that no one likes. But then I try to be kind to myself and remember all the times I also make bad jokes no one likes that also took a lot of work and time to do.
Zero likes for my skeet about fighting animals? Huh!
Animals I could beat in a fistfight.
Goldfish
Newborn koala
Beagle (sedated)
George Steel (present-day)
“90% of users are unable to like this skeet.”
ME: i’m so sick and tired of being set upon by the baron’s hounds
HER: Maybe stop hopping the fence into his estate?
ME: sympathy not solutions plz
HER: I’m so sorry, that sounds very painful. I know you’re trying really hard to get The Baron’s priceless egg.
ME: it should be *my* egg :(
Another day on this deserted island, chasing this giant hamburger with legs.
YOU may feel free but every day is a sentence in MUSCLE PRISON for your skeleton
[hands barista a USB] My order’s on here. It’s complicated.
I am not your pet, dude.
That’s true. Maybe what I’d like to see is McCarthy to be a co-writer, as I doubt anyone else would be able to set up scenarios that effectively for the stillness you were describing.
Who is this handsome stranger?
Time to watch The Ugly Stepsister!
In hell, all stores are Dollar Generals.
@therachel.bsky.social 10 points for getting that joke.
Saw quite a few people in sycamore trees today.
