all my old high school friends think I’ve legitimately lost my mind because I sent that predictive text poem to one of them a few months ago this is awesome.
this is literally the best thing ever right now
Based on the label on our toilet cleaner, I think the proper environment for use would be in a sealed lab with a hazmat suit. And I wouldn’t be surprised if it ate up the plastic toilet brush.
My number didn’t get picked for jury duty. I have such bad luck with drawings, I don’t even get picked for the things nobody wants.
To the fucking asshole in the Benz driving down 225 with your lights off:
I would like to tell you that you are a gigantic douche-nozzle because 1) your lights are off even after being signaled to by multiple vehicles and 2) your silver car blends right in with the thick snow coming down. If you don’t get what I’m trying to say, IT’S REALLY FUCKING HARD TO SEE YOU. I hope you get pulled over, you inconsiderate fucktrumpet.
In other news, the roads are pretty damn terrible out there.