
*gives your eulogy after inhaling helium*
windshields shouldn’t exist. if god intends for a f450 to kick up a rock on the highway that busts my skull into 7 pieces. if that’s how im meant to die. who the hell is kia to stop god
*gives your eulogy after inhaling helium*
Dressing up as the grim reaper while at work in the ER is not amusing says HR. So uptight.
A cute thing I tell my kids when we see a dead deer on the side of the road is, “Looks like Santa lost his temper again.”
*car isn’t exactly where I thought I parked it*
Someone stole my car.
Me: I must be out of my mind.
Me: You and me both.
You come to my house…on the day my daughter is to be married…and you ask me to do murder for money
You say “tomato”, I say “flamingo”. I also put goldfish in my armpits. My opinion should be ignored.
Though this is probably not what Nietzsche had in mind, you cannot unsee this
someone described my girlfriend’s skin as “sun-kissed” recently and now the sun’s about to catch these hands
He was a man of peace…until they burned down his village. Now, the quest for vengeance has turned him into…A Man Of Burning Things Down