The real jerks are the wasp queens who kick out the workers so they have to go begging at picnics.
The real jerks are the wasp queens who kick out the workers so they have to go begging at picnics.
“Cat trucks on every corner!”
Right?! The perfect con for people who’ve been living under a rock for the last 3 years!
Diddy did it.
And when it comes to midnight munchies, why is it always cheese? I’ll be like, hey, let’s have a banana and my brain will say, “CHEESE. BLOCK. NOW!”
Yup. “Trans” is the new “witch”.
It’s a different type of flying
And, every Boeing ever has landed. Some in suboptimal approaches.
Aight imma head to my crib finna pop some caps yall
Hell, my winME lappy could do it withour breaking a sweat.
Here, bro. Here’s your laptop
As you wish
I can’t rally the ring, Mr. Frodo…but I can rally you!
“WHAT WAS THE POINT OF ALL THAT?!”
Makes me think that if there is a God, this would be an easter egg.
Hopefully. I fear the day I plug in a new monitor and the damn thing pops up a “Please enter your wifi username and password to use this monitor”
Stanley nickels?
Hell, I could go for that. Sitting on the tailgate, eating my can of pasta, watching the water flow by, no reports to finish, no quotas I need to meet.