The other day I went to a paraplegic strip club.
The place was crawling with pussy.
Anecdotal comedy formats, jokes, memes, and punchlines organized for easier doom-scrolling from Chaotic Meh — organized so the algorithm can pretend this place has adult supervision.
The other day I went to a paraplegic strip club.
The place was crawling with pussy.
My daughter asked me to explain AI to her.
I said, “You know how Dad gives wrong answers confidently? It’s like that but faster.”
My granddad gave me some sound advice on his deathbed.
“It’s worth spending money on good speakers,” he told me.
I told my daughter that I saw a deer on the way to work this morning. She asked me, “How do you know it was on its way to work?”
Unfortunately, it wasn’t until after I had spent three days eating nothing but beets and asparagus, and downing enough Karo syrup to kill a horse, that I realized maybe it was actually during a dream when I came up with my super-secret formula for “pissing Skittles.”
When I’m sitting in a restaurant with a date and she asks, “Do you mind if I smoke?” I always feel like saying, “No, but do you mind if I sit here beside you and discreetly masturbate under the tablecloth?”
Regrettably, I never do, since by the time she gets around to asking about the cigarette, I’m usually half finished and have no intention of stopping anyway.
When I first met Richard Peter Johnson, he seemed like a decent guy, but he turned out to be a complete prick.
The frogs looked real. In fact, I was sure they were. But could they play those little musical instruments, especially burdened by that patina of lacquer inhibiting their movement? Only time would tell, and I had all night.
When my girlfriend got pregnant, a lot of things changed.
Like my name, my phone number, and my address.