Ripped underwear’s the window to the hole.

Quick. Someone make a new Flintstones film simply so the parody song “I knew you were Rubble when you walked in” can exist.

Nonce, twice, three times a malady.

That cow wouldn’t be laughing so much if she knew what we had to do to make the triangular cheese.

Oversharing is overcaring.

Cowboys have a five yeehaw plan.

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Incredible 35 view algorithm frontpage pull.

My TTRPG character is Brain da Mage.

You could dump me into the wilderness without maps or technology and I’d still be able to stumble my way home as my bladder’s restlessness acts as the world’s most powerful sign that I’m heading in the right direction.

You’ll need to speak louder. Because of their tallness.

When you invent a fetish, that makes it a thirst of its kind.

EDM? Finally, music for people who can’t get it up.

Yeag

Large Gray Rodent rebrand happening?

When Norman Osborn puts on the mask, hemogoblin than human.

I’ve never made one that was punintentional.

The Popjustice forum will be replaced by a community owned alternative by the end of the month. It’s currently being built with a modern forum software option and the idea is to begin with as many existing members as possible.

This is one donut I won’t be fucking.

“Look ma, no hands!”, my evil limbless child reminds me every day.

When you asked me over Tinder to meet up and rearrange your guts, you didn’t tell me that you’re a sentient game of Operation.

Good to see that Timon and Pumbaa are in control.

I bet it’d feel so good to use a homemade teleportation device not knowing about the unexpected presence of a housefly.

That’s what I say when I see a cat.

Love conquers all? We are now conscripting love so we’ll win every war and battle.

When will they give me permission to stop imagining dragons? This is ruining my life.

Par(fait) for the course.

I’m angry at two things all of the time: myself and everything else. I’m bifurious.

A thousand simpletons equals a simplekiloton.

Indigestion? Not for me. I’m more into mainstreamgestion.

Liar, liar, your lower garments are now extra prone to the flame for no discernible reason.