Perhaps his life flashed before his eyes, as it should have. Epiphanies do occur.

wtf, pass the peyote.

Brandlickers.

Writing stern letters is sure to do the trick!

Cool. Makes sense.

Thanks.

“zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz”

– maga

If only she’d laid down her guns.

Hegseth is morphing that way.

Cats have 9 soulmates.
Congrats No.6 .

I’ve had 7 car-deer collisions.

“You smell like my couchas lounge.”

That’s pretty spotty speculation.

ICE Cream time.

Not so much showerthought as it is shitterthought.

Aye

Once you slack…

LILO is ready, no GRUB to hand out.

No m’orchids. Just beans.

You can’t always get what you want.

It wishes Clippy wasn’t such a slut.