Years on the internet and somehow i still click on comments sections with the insanely optimistic idea that I'll learn something new instead of being subjected to the dumbest motherfuckers online typing like their sole purpose in life is to make me want to end mine

"Wow, what an interesting post! I want to see what sort of fascinating discourse is being generated by the idea posited by the original poster" <- Me, operating under levels of delusion yet unexplained by modern science

One struggle 🫡

if we keep getting fatter and hornier we can abolish all world militaries by 2026

my wife, upon learning that pubes can be straight: Thats not bush,,, thats just grass

humans love dressing up so much and get there simply aren’t enough occasions that call for dressing up in unique clothing in contemporary western society. yet another tragic loss to the sensorium

That's why people have raves and goth nights and stuff

i was actually thinking of georgian chokhas when i made this post but you’re right this would kill it at a goth night

my brother started calling our cat "doobie brother" which he then lengthened to "dubious brother" and has since morphed into "brother dubious" like he's some sort of fucked up little monk

brother dubious

Don't ever say some shit to me like it's a dog eat dog world. I honestly think it's bad when dogs do that to each other

Robert Bissell (British, b. 1952, Somerset, England, based San Francisco, CA, USA and London, England) - Caspar's Moonrise, 2002, Paintings: Oil on Canvas

Birds. 1932. Endpaper.

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Still thinking about how much Prey slapped

- slightly bruised wolf