I quit my job at the ice cream factory.
I refuse to work sundaes.
One-liners, quick jokes, short-form comedy, and punchlines built for impatient degenerates from Chaotic Meh — organized so the algorithm can pretend this place has adult supervision.
I quit my job at the ice cream factory.
I refuse to work sundaes.
I just had a stack of toilet paper rolls fall on me in the supermarket.
It’s OK, though. Just some soft tissue damage.
I try to say ‘mucho’ when I am around my Hispanic friends.
It means a lot to them.
I know it’s called a blow JOB, but I really don’t think the interview was necessary.
Just my luck, I picked up the *karma* sutra book instead of the *kama* sutra. I guess what cums around goes around.
I taught my testicles to sing the blues. It kinda makes sense, as that’s the color they are most of the time.
A poet once asked “What’s in a name?” as a way of teaching others to not make superficial judgments. Still, if the name is “Mother Fucking Douche Bag Asswipe III,” I think it would be safe to make at least a few assumptions.
but go ahead and spend the extra cash and get Famous Amos brand cookies. The generic knock-off Famous Anus Cookies taste like ass.