Well he did tell them to go fuck themselves, so it’d make sense for them to decide to just fuck right off.
Well he did tell them to go fuck themselves, so it’d make sense for them to decide to just fuck right off.
“You wanna Christmas card? You wanna Christmas card?! All right here, here’s your Christmas card!”
“😵💫”
It’s like shooting fish in a barrel.
Twice. At point blank range. To the back of the head. With an elephant gun.
Ah Twitter. Nearing its evolution as the internet’s premier perpetually-full septic tank.
There’s no one in the trolley, politely ask the Ukrainian army to drone strike it. Easy as.
I predate emojis by a bit, they never really caught on with me.
Smoking. Vaped off of cigarettes and then gradually decreased the nicotine levels until I had vaped 0 nicotine for two months, then stopped vaping.
-immitate laugh scene from FFX-
I’ll never understand how square let that one get through
Okay, but why is she smiling?
No fucking way that could go wrong. Not a fucking chance.
AI centipede. Fucking fantastic.
Reminds me of the GNU/HU(I)RD.
No matter what, and at the cost of absolutely everything else, the line must go up. In no way, shape, or form does anything else matter. The line. Must. Go. Up.
It’s a monetization scheme, just like anything else on the platform.
If they drive to the titanic, I’ll consider it atonement.
Who told you I made the cheetah wear my sandal(s)? That cheetah is my friend. And who told you to put an eagle in a sandal? Confess your crimes, or be remanded to the Palace of Justice for processing.
Never even once. I can outrun a cheetah in my sandals.
Can confirm, it’s worth the effort.