Winner gets my half-used bottle of No-Zone Anti-tan Creme, SPF 52 (expired).
It’s obvious that the worms eating his brain were not bookworms.
by Anonymous | reply 1 | September 5, 2025 8:04 PM |
"Oops. I just crapped my pants. Oh well."
by Anonymous | reply 2 | September 5, 2025 8:07 PM |
Imagine a dinner date between Bobby Kennedy and Susan Collins…
by Anonymous | reply 3 | September 5, 2025 10:51 PM |
*insert mid-shitting voice*
by Anonymous | reply 4 | September 5, 2025 10:58 PM |
I spend most of my time in a tanning bed.
by Anonymous | reply 5 | September 5, 2025 11:11 PM |
At Shakey's Pizza, r3
by Anonymous | reply 6 | September 6, 2025 12:06 AM |
Alcoholic.
by Anonymous | reply 7 | September 6, 2025 12:08 AM |
I'm going to have bacon this morning.
by Anonymous | reply 8 | September 7, 2025 3:51 PM |
"The Kennedys Don't Age Well and RFK, Jr., Continues the Tradition"
by Anonymous | reply 9 | September 7, 2025 3:53 PM |
That look you get when you realize you sold your soul to the devil for fame and recognition, but that you're eventually gonna get screwed, anyway.
by Anonymous | reply 10 | September 7, 2025 3:57 PM |
The last hotdog on the roller stares into your soul at 2am
by Anonymous | reply 11 | September 7, 2025 3:59 PM |
R11 Winner!
by Anonymous | reply 12 | September 7, 2025 4:01 PM |
While speaking at an elementary school, RFK Jr. is temporarily left speechless after looking at all the young faces and diagnosing them with diabetes, autism, and mitochondrial challenges.
by Anonymous | reply 13 | September 7, 2025 4:05 PM |