When I was a kid, a wizard gave me a choice — to have a giant dick, or perfect memory.
I forgot which one I picked.
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Browse quick-hit shower thoughts, deadpan one-liners, dark little observations, and questionable micro-rants from Chaotic Meh. They are short, searchable, and emotionally about as stable as a folding chair in a hurricane.
When I was a kid, a wizard gave me a choice — to have a giant dick, or perfect memory.
I forgot which one I picked.
What’s the difference between a gardener and a pimp?
A gardener hoes his beets.
Do not buy a Dyson Ball Vacuum.
Its name is deceiving. Don’t ask how I know.
I got my super power the same way Spider-Man did. Except instead of my hand, I got bit on my cock. And instead of a radioactive spider, it was a cheap hooker. And my “power” is Hepatitis C. Other than that though, it’s exactly the same.
I highly doubt they’ll be able to find 12 other bipolar anal-insertion fetishist
My wife and I tried anal.
She loved it, but for me, it was a pain in the ass.
I keep asking my personal waxer if he’d ever consider going out with me, but he just keeps giving me lip service.
As soon as the hospital made me put on one of those little gowns, I knew the end was in sight.
Why is a double amputee happier than an able-bodied person?
Because they never start off on the wrong foot.
Hotel sex can be loads of fun. Unless someone catches you and yells at you to get a room.
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