Isn’t there a character limit on shitter?

Sighs, and begrudgingly resets a counter labeled, “Days Since I’ve thought about Martin Shkreli.” Then, I place my head in my hands and begin to weep.

I’ve heard similar things about C-sections.

Rub your nose on your anus and you’ll have your answer.

Yes.

My coworker gave me a blue marker the other day, as we were discussing something else that had to do with houses. For some reason I scrawled HOUSE on the wall (this was in a back area where no one cares,) with the blue marker.

The following week I walked past the blue house and was overcome with the realization of what I had done.

I read the book once years ago, I don’t think any other work of art has the ability to change the readers psychology. I often have dreams about wandering empty endless houses.

Also one foot note cites my hometown which is a place few people outside the state even know about.

Coward.

The train doesn’t exist, therefore it can’t be late when it’ll never be there.

On the plus side the train is never late.

You had better not shit me.

Seems to me like they’ve just upped the price $10 with each successive generation of consoles.

I enjoy this idea immensely.

You got a laugh outta me, but damn, maybe you should go to therapy Gary.

I take it all back. They’re for sure just hucking shit out the back of the truck to make a big dumb pile for shit stain to wack off in front of.

Sign

I just…I don’t…

My only real hope for this world is that everyone will get what they deserve.

Typically when you’re clearing debris, you pile into one central location so it can get loaded into trucks and hauled off. I’m sure ole Meat Ball Ron wanted a dramatic backdrop. More than one thing can be true.

If a tarp was added to this equation it would actually do something.

Just the hat.

No shit.

It’d be great if this was reported on while it was happening, instead of being sat on to get a juicy book deal.

sigh ZZZIIIIIPPP