batkaren
my mom fucked a bat
How is the rate of fresh hells somehow accelerating?
Did someone fall asleep on the fresh-hell-generator lever?
“Hahaha, of course I’m not a witch,” I laugh, then sneeze and burst into a dozen bats.
All those songs where men say women were cruel to them—I bet if you asked the woman for her perspective, like 75% of those stories would be about feeling unsafe and trying to let the guy down super gently while backing away with a shaky laugh.
guess whose broker just told her how her portfolio’s loaded
I went to a Sephora and ordered a Honda Accord. They were stunned, mouths agog. It took them hours to recover and finally reply they don’t have Honda Accords. So I gave them a super smug piece-of-shit grin and was like, “Fine. Bring me a Civic.”
Spirit Airlines crossing the rainbow bridge, but it has to taxi the whole way
It’s my birthday! Gaze upon my beautiful batdog chewing a toy stick.
If I get bitten by a zombie, do not shoot me before I turn. I want to see what it’s like. Might be a whole new exciting chapter in my life.
In all seriousness, I really hope our mad king doesn’t kill 93 million people today.
Sure, the medication included horrifying side effects with unimaginable consequences, and of course there are far less deleterious treatments we can now explore, but the important thing is the insurance company is happy knowing this one didn’t work first.
It’s so funny to me when someone says “this is just a bump in the road,” because it’s all bumps.
The road is just all bumps
“It's Earth day!” Earth cheers.
“Earth days are only 24 hours,” Venus sneers, “but a day on Venus lasts 243 Earth days.”
Earth’s smile collapses. “Why you like that on my day?”
Has GenAI sought tax-exempt 501(c)(3) status as a religious organization yet?
Superman realizing he doesn’t have any pockets, shoving his cell phone into the waistband of his red external underwear, resigning to it just sticking out halfway.
“Ahhhhhh,” I sigh, sliding into a vat of acid.
The best part of waking up is reading the news and thinking, “at least the time of humans is coming to a close.”
“This is,” I say, gesturing all around me, “some bullshit.”
I bet the therapist bagel is just doodling little bagels, too, The New Yorker.
OSCAR MENU
(Best Pic noms)
- One Bottle After Another (Beer)
- Sin-Noirs (Red Wine)
- Bamboo-gonia Salad
- Grain Dreams (GF Bread)
- Senti-Lentil Values (GF Crackers)
- Marty Suprême des Alpes Cheese
- Honey-Baked Hamnet
- Frank-in-Sheets (pigs in blankets)
- The Sherbet Agent
- Teff 1 (GF Brownies)
Anyway, happy Passover, and be sure to mark your doors, Hebraic brethren.