You are what you think about
In other words, there is no such thing as a man. All men are actually women. Or possibly food. Or footballs.
In other words, there is no such thing as a man. All men are actually women. Or possibly food. Or footballs.
In space no one can hear you go “huh?”
I briiing youuu loooveeee…
I’ve tried to come up with a snappy punchline for this one, but I just flat out do not understand it. Maybe the author is just a really big fan of these guys. Anybody who explains it wins a wary look.
Okay that’s just weird.
I’m afraid to eat the cookie now.
Apparently the right direction is in a circle.
Has anybody seen The Incredible Rubber Band Machine Gun? At least those rubber bands are headed somewhere. Hopefully not at me.
Tomorrow is another day. That’s all I’m saying.
I think somebody needs an elephant lips on the rocks.