The cat then returned to his mortal body. He awoke slowly and with a fading daze. He again picked up the glass of whiskey that sat beside him and again looked at the picture of them together. He smiled, raised his glass and said “Here’s to number eight.”, and once again pulled the trigger.

The snake then bit the sloth, which returned him to the infinite innocence of oblivion. (The snake then fucked his wife.)

If I found myself laid out on a blanket that was the same color and texture of my own hide, I’d be a little worried about it’s origins.

I wonder how many minutes it took to pre-target that site with a Minuteman-3.

Has to keep it sharp for Grinder.

I can’t wait for those noise polluting fuckers to go out of business when the boomers die.

The burden of the obsequious.

“Finally!” - Pete, the incredibly hung horse fucker.

Taking a break after fucking Goofy.

Yeah dummies, those faces Biden was making weren’t him forgetting, they were incredulous expressions in response to the lies Trump was putting out during the debate.

In reality, man created God but also doesn’t know why.

Ke~~~~ky.

The market price for pruno is going to skyrocket in that prison.

No it didn’t. Young girls and boys are forced into parenthood, which prevents them from getting educated. When they have trouble navigating this world with little education and a child to care for, the church is there waiting to blame their problems on lack of church.

This looks like bad taxidermy.

…is this meme taking a swipe at the G.W.Bush administration? What year is it?

Gerold Ford let him in.

Yep.