Per week?? Do you think I’m made of time?
Per week?? Do you think I’m made of time?
You know, I was wondering why this was posted to c/facepalm. Mystery solved!
Can you elaborate on this?
This poem advocates for assisted suicide in a fun and upbeat way.
I daresay no one thought we needed a law against cutting a hole in the wall of a school bathroom. I certainly didn’t have it on my bingo card for this month.
Not quite, you wanna try again? Pay attention this time:
The question is “What types or brands of edibles make you want to draw?”
You know what they say: Every needs their!
Ah, heck. I thought it was a witch’s curse. You’re telling me time fried this rice?
literal fairy tale ending lmao