The cat then returned to his mortal body. He awoke slowly and with a fading daze. He again picked up the glass of whiskey that sat beside him and again looked at the picture of them together. He smiled, raised his glass and said “Here’s to number eight.”, and once again pulled the trigger.

The snake then bit the sloth, which returned him to the infinite innocence of oblivion. (The snake then fucked his wife.)

If I found myself laid out on a blanket that was the same color and texture of my own hide, I’d be a little worried about it’s origins.

I wonder how many minutes it took to pre-target that site with a Minuteman-3.

I can’t wait for those noise polluting fuckers to go out of business when the boomers die.

The burden of the obsequious.

“Finally!” - Pete, the incredibly hung horse fucker.

Taking a break after fucking Goofy.

The lord of darkness accepts all, without ceremony or sacrifice.

Yeah dummies, those faces Biden was making weren’t him forgetting, they were incredulous expressions in response to the lies Trump was putting out during the debate.

Unregulated capitalism already ruined the internet.

By “better for you”, they mean compared to lard. Which, is the proper pie ingredient if all reason is abandoned in pursuit of the old ways.

The market price for pruno is going to skyrocket in that prison.

No it didn’t. Young girls and boys are forced into parenthood, which prevents them from getting educated. When they have trouble navigating this world with little education and a child to care for, the church is there waiting to blame their problems on lack of church.

This looks like bad taxidermy.

He should have saved time and just made a sunflower instead.

Ego go vroom!

…is this meme taking a swipe at the G.W.Bush administration? What year is it?

It this some sort of landlord fantasy?

Gerold Ford let him in.