The weird thing about being in your 40’s is remember that creepy old guy from that movie you watched when you were a teenager? Same dude is now the creepy old guy from the new show you like, only you’re now the age he was when he first showed up as the creepy old guy.
Dear “patriots” with Trump flags flying from the back of your trucks, you literally look like Taliban dorks from every fucking American war hero movie I’ve ever seen. You are the fucking villains, you absolute nerds.
“Newsies” is about homeless orphan children unionizing for better work conditions at their job of newspaper sales.
Republicans in this country see Newsies and…
…checks notes…
…side with the villains?!?
I got hammered on Friday and spent the weekend sleeping off a hangover. I rose refreshed and recovered today to the astonishment of friends and prostitutes.
I am so sick and tired of cancel culture. You can’t do or say anything these days without some snowflake getting their feelings hurt.
Anyway, please join me in boycotting Bud Light for changing the color of their cans.
It is WILD how the “Love One Another” guy has become some sort of gun-toting Yosemite Sam character, angry about the boner he gets when Bugs Bunny wears a dress.
Bus your own table. But also, the opening for our garbage can is slightly smaller than the size of our trays. Good luck dumping your shit and feeling like an idiot about the mess you’ve made trying to dump your trash, you fucking idiot.
Everyone says the internet is toxic and will lead to the fall of humanity but all it ever does to me is recommend half naked women and old Kobe Bryant highlights and frankly, that’s all I want.
My drug free friends roll their eyes when I puff and say “time is just a construct, man,” but then have no problem waking up this morning and being like, “yeah, we did 2 am twice last night and now it’s an hour later than it was at this time yesterday.”