“It exploded. The hot pocket exploded.”
He’s delusional. Hot pockets don’t explode.
“It exploded. The hot pocket exploded.”
He’s delusional. Hot pockets don’t explode.
Awww look, he wants to launch the missile!
Oh hell yeah. (T-Rex sounds)
Dog: Oh do you fellows also have yachts?
Derek needs to be on the sandwich offender list.
Bless the great smoking trout. Bless the smoke rings from his great maw. Soon we shall join him at the Gas N’ Go in the sky, and take our own ciggies for glory.
Should have used a jet pack to get to flat heaven. Could have ended up in flat hell.
We’ve been getting complaints about your lack of drinking at work. We’re not in the Prussian aristocracy Ben, now take a couple of shots and get out there and make financial decisions for the company!
I bet woodpeckers have cool internal DOOM music playing when they go nuts on a tree.
This whole town is a donut, just waiting to get…munched.
I once opened for the Melvins and had a killer fire extinguisher solo. I was warned not to return.
There are some small niche communities that I miss interacting with because the people were pretty cool. Mostly warhammer and some smaller game communities.
The judge was shot 400 times, a likely suicide.
She’d be DAMNED. If. SomeImperialGot his hands on it.
Look, if there’s a more subtle cock soap, I’m all ears.
Let me fix this small issue right quick…oh…oh dear.
Grow fast, chomp hard.
(Slaps another sandwich down) FOR THE HOLDERS OF THE SHARE.
(Everyone in the restaurant) FOR THEY SHARE THE HOLD!!!
I’m actually surprised by how large the fediverse is. I thought it was more like 50,000 at most.
Whatcha doin with that landmine?
“Uhhhh…cartoon mischief?”
Well okay then. Welcome to Disneyland.