Eventually, EVERYTHING was car lanes

The parking spots and stoops of every croonin’ boomer

Lanes.

Lanes in bowling alleys and on Sally’s lawn.

So as when we went outside, we became driven on.

Life Pro Tip: Wear a truckload of these and help your local Flock cameras into a dumpster! They seek being thrashed and disregarded into a bin!

Kobo reader on my kindle was a move I definitely don’t regret.

It has been a disproportionately long year.

I recently read this really cute phrase above a hole carved into a bathroom stall…

It read: “Gonna make you squirt like the neck of Charlie Kirk”

Honestly, I blushed. It’s just so damned sweet to be so generous.

It won’t be a revolution, it will be a mass exodus…as many of us have foreseen long ago.

As serious & terrible as it seems: pocketing rebates at the expense of their customers is pretty far down on the list of things they need to worry about.

I heard about the diagnosis a year or two ago, so I’ve had some time to process this, and yes; it fucking sucks.

There’s always a chance that cancer doesn’t have the ability to kill Bruce Campbell. I mean, have you ever seen the man throw himself!?

Dead blokes, I reckon.

If the tree doesn’t get ya…nature, uhh… finds a way.

Rule

It’s called “The Trevor Moore Show”, for those who are curious.

The dust particles that endlessly entertain my feline friends whilst drifting gracefully in rays of sunshine are smarter than Joe.

Khajiit has melons, if you have treats.

I’m surprised he isn’t worried about drawing attention to his involvement with Lake Michigan.

If you search “Donald Trump Lake Michigan” on DuckDuckGo, the first results are articles about that time he was present to dump a 13 year old Epstein victim’s baby into the lake (whom he impregnated)

I remember reading that not too long ago; which is why I know it’s definitely not a problem to celebrate the mossie that killed that terrible monster.

It’s ironic, because that robomofo sucks

Wait, are you doing an “in memoriam” because Elrond is dead now, also :(

That’s Gandalf, homie.

I liked that at the end as well…

Beep boop ba “Roger Ralphs, please report to the trash compactors on the detention level. Is Roger Ralphs present?”

Fun fact: Cromwell died from a mosquito bite during one of his campaigns in Ireland.

Dear Mosquitos, you know what to do.