pars

I said we don’t have the capacity

[Terry @terrychildress_]

Need that Paul pierce one

[Pete Hegseth @PeteHegseth]

250. America. @USMC

[hexy🏆 @TheOrangeHex]

And im gonna wave it proudly tomorrow on your fucking head

[ALX 🇺🇸 @alx]

All my life, I’ve been waiting for a Muslim from Uganda to tell me what it means to be an American.

[Brian Ross @brewmeone]

Australians watching their team go down 0-2 to Team USA…

[Sosa✧. @vvsosa]

A lot of you niggas got him beat

[Talkin' Baseball @TalkinBaseball_]

Bobby Witt wtf man

[pars @premium_pars]

@ChrisMurphyCT You are an absolute moron.

[Lord Victor ⏸️ @lordvictor]

You should be allowed to do literally whatever you want to home invaders

[bumbadum @bumbadum14]

It should be illegal for you to be on health insurance. You need to pay out of pocket you fat bitch

[pars @premium_pars]

Doing this at 7am with 6 hours of meetings ahead of me

[✞Righteous Rebellion𓅪 @OneManCircus87]

What happens when you drink 10 oz of Magnesium Citrate?
I’m glad you asked. Buckle up.

12:05 p.m. — It begins. You down the 10-ounce bottle like it’s a lukewarm PBR at a college tailgate. The label says “cherry flavored,” but it tastes like someone described cherry to a chemist who’s never eaten fruit. Regret sets in instantly.

12:06 p.m. — You grab a handful of chips for moral support. They’ll be liquified before they clear your throat, but who cares? Life still feels okay right now. Remember this peace. You’re about to enter the darkest chapter of your gastrointestinal history.

12:37 p.m. — The rumbling starts. There’s movement in the depths. You’ve got five pounds of impacted regret in your colon, and you just drank the “human-safe” version of Drano. You think it’s go time. It’s not. You get one sad little snake turd — a warm-up act.
That’s the last semi-solid you’ll see for the next 24 hours.

12:57 p.m. — The situation escalates. Your stomach is in full revolt. You have 0.3 seconds to make it to the toilet. Running is risky business — one wrong step and you’ll paint the walls. You pray for sphincter strength like never before as you waddle at Mach 3, pants half down, whispering, “Please, God, not like this.”

12:58 p.m. — Impact.
You sit, and the gates of hell open.
The explosion is biblical. It hits the back of the bowl with such violent force it ricochets like a sprinkler system.
You ask yourself, Is that blood?
No — false alarm. Just the ghost of a cherry pie you ate in 2004. The smell is unspeakable. The acoustics? Terrifying. The neighbors think you’re performing an exorcism.

1:06 p.m. – 8:30 p.m. — Time becomes meaningless. You’ve evacuated everything you’ve ever eaten, plus a few ancestral meals for good measure. Your colon feels like it’s been sandblasted with lava. The burn is real. You’re sweating. Crying. Contemplating life. You meet Jesus briefly, but He sends you back — says your mission’s not over yet.

8:37 p.m. — You’re empty. Broken. Reborn.
Your butthole? A war veteran.
Your spirit? In recovery.
You’ll never be the same, but you will survive.

Tomorrow, you’ll rise from the ashes, slip into your last clean pair of underwear, and waddle into Walmart like a survivor of gastrointestinal warfare — to buy a new toilet brush and reclaim your dignity.

You’ve earned it.

Feeling thankful. 💩🙏

[HowlingMutant @Howlingmutant0]

If you as a leftist want to understand why people are upset about the Charlie Kirk assassination try to picture it happening to someone you empathize with, like a black rapist or something

[pars @premium_pars]

Me with a 6mg cinnamon zyn

[Red1Bangarang @Red1Bangarang]

@sophaller Stop playing basketball on the dildo range

[redrum @griffisu]

because of the implication

[Red Sox @RedSox]

YOU CANNOT STOP HIM!!!

[Steel Rain @SteelRain602]

HR: Why did you call your coworkers retards?

Me: