This tagline is psychic damage and re-exposing me to it as a joke is NOT okay.
Between B*rnie, my ex-wife, the tenant from hell, and general chumpfuckery, this has been a cromulent fuckcrustable of a day. Tommy needy drinky
would have been cool and good if that tenant had slipped something special into tommy's drinky
My bussy brakes are ACHING with this banger post, fam on the gram. Sorry about the gooning I'm about to rizz fizz out my urethral meatus.
this is like the thing they do in Dragonball Z where they fire extremely powerful lasers into each other and they just collide and explode in the middle but for twitter psychic damage
Oh shit is that a Chuck Wendig quote?
Reading it is like getting punched in the stomach.
Thanks I was trying to remember the name of the star wars fart wedding guy.
Was this the damn fool who got the internet archive library shut down?
