Busty Shackleford

I do something similar. I’m a back sleeper too.

There’s always going to be another SOB in the wings, and when that happens it will fill us all with immediate joy.

The Final Boss of Extra First Name Serial Killers

It’s just me against the world*

*the dishes I dirty by myself, to feed myself, and then have to wash

Of all the things to say what the fuuuuuuuck about

The only one who could ever reach me /

Was the son of a…

What mean “too much coffee”?

…Hwat

One of the most reliable things on earth is that on any reaction video of a person trying something very spicy that hurts them, there’s that guy commenting that “that’s nothing. I use Uncle Jimmy’s Turbo Reaper Asshole Land Mine” in my coffee. I got it in a gift shop in WV. No milk.”

Hey man, my love of vintage Fleetwood Mac and the wrestlers of my youth doesn’t extend quite that far

I want to see Miller fail. I want to see him fed to the public failure machine. He’s the architect here. Ask @cantantecerdo.bsky.social how I’d react if I get to see Miller get fucked over publicly.

I’d do a big fat rail of a line of her failure knowing exactly that. Same to all the other stupid fascist dipshits that trade their dignity and humanity for a couple months of power.

Tilda’s right. The moments of joy are important. Not only is it hilarious that she got canned via a babbling truth social post by a guy with maybe 17 non-consecutive seconds of coherence a day, it’s vital to enjoy knowing she must be miserable. All these dumb bastards just eat each other

Fully legit

Oh easy. Picard, and Riker. TNG will always have the biggest part of my heart.

Happy birthday to her 💜

Burger CEOs eating product

(children laughing)

Now even the CEO of A&W is scoring off me

Nice try with the sidewalk banana peel, @samesadecho.bsky.social. I’m out early so I miss the ice later. No falling down for me today, pal.

Oh Jesus that’s got to be terrifying.

Sounds like you’re asking for a surprise clown delivery

you arrive home after a long day to a strange package on your doorstep. it’s a vcr player with a tape inside. you hook it up and hit play. isaac chotiner appears on your screen, staring into your eyes, pen and notebook in hand. your phone rings. you pick up. a voice says “7 days.” the line goes dead

Thank you, sir.

*huge European bong rip*

“If Americans simply built their government out of asbestos, it could never burn down. They’re too busy not having healthcare and eating cookies lol”

the reason you don’t hear a lot of stories about the ghosts of christmas past, present, and future anymore is because isaac chotiner effectively forced them into retirement

One was a WWII vet factory worker and the other was an immigrant electrical engineer/physics professor

obvi im not running for Congress, I'm a skittles-haired bichael riding college instructor with a bunch of piercings and PRONOUNS, whenever conservatives make up a monster to be afraid of they just describe me

but like, minus that part I might do ok

Hello, JPF’s dinner… how you doin’?

Cooked. Cooked to mush.