This 9/11, don’t get trapped in the rubble of your day to day routine. Escape YOUR dreary job and head down to Arby’s extra early for the first responder special, topped with cancer, empty gestures, prayers and a fucking flag for some reason
Never forget the Arby’s
The best proof we have that god doesn’t exist is that he just chills and lets us stand around and rot in this nightmare shitscape. Amirite or what, kids? #bae
Enjoy Arby’s.
To win in 2020, a candidate must appeal to the swing states.
Accordingly, I am offering voters a bold plan that will eliminate:
• Florida’s climate change problem
• Florida’s iguana problem
• Florida’s drug problem
• Florida
• Eric Swalwell
• Photosynthesis
Sometimes the things we’ve done or failed to do catch up with us all at once and we reflect brutally on our lies, our shortcomings, our shoddy parenting, our lack of ambition & the ultimate meaningless of this one fleeting bit of sentience we’ve been forced into.
Enjoy Arby’s.
Whew. That was a big weekend of pretending to care about dead soldiers. Glad we’re back to actively not giving a fuck about the ones who are still alive.
Enjoy Arby’s
Some people love to go online and talk about how arbys is disgusting. But here’s what they’re forgetting: we’re all irrelevant shit and jizz machines that do nothing but sweat, toil, consume and die. And no one will miss any of us. Arby’s is gross? YOURE fucking gross
Eat Arby’s
@jals lol intersectional feminist detected. Always best to weed out people who will judge you blindly by immutable surface level characteristics and their collectivist ideology before they look at you and your character as an individual.
I was not expecting @Allegaeon to come out of nowhere with this masterpiece. Blown away. One of the best progressive death metal songs I've heard in years. Wow. Just speechless. https://t.co/AH5tjdTZul
My barber speaks English but I have no clue what the fuck he’s talking about.
Me: I’m taking her to this really good dumpling place.
Barber: Will you smell like garlic when you walk through the door?
Me: Uhh
Barber: My job is to make you look good, how’s that?