Roses are redde
Violettes are blue
Hieronymus Bosch
lobster violin, birde yn robes, partye yn a shoe
Roses are redde
Violettes are blue
Hieronymus Bosch
lobster violin, birde yn robes, partye yn a shoe
I can't see Max Headroom anymore without remembering this fateful night when Doctor Who was interrupted: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Max_Hea...
You bought your guitar.
I made mine in shop class, man.
Fuck corporate rock.
Cleaning house? Sucker.
Everyone knows it's hopeless.
Entropy prevails.
Welsh is the perfect language for a recession because you don't have to buy too many vowels.
A rigged election, you say?
They embrace their evil and think we rubes aren't savvy enough to notice. Installing the Dunning-Kruger administration has really been a boon to their bottom(-feeding) line.
So tired of these rich dicks outright stealing sci-fi and fantasy terms (e.g., Grok, Palantir, Anduril, Cyber-this-that-and-the-other) and corrupting them for their shitheel projects. Can't even read old classics for escapism because these fucktwirls keep dragging them into their real-time dystopia.
"Many of the executed Nazis fell from the gallows with insufficient force to snap their necks, resulting in a macabre, suffocating death struggle that in some cases lasted many, many minutes." www.historynewsnetwork.org/article/the-...
Aren't their dudes in power? Why aren't they embracing their "win?" Even with the "patriot" masks, they look so sad about life.
From experience, can confirm.
Agreed! I've always thought this was a pretty insensitive way to wish the sweet baby Jesus a happy birthday. No wonder the poor kid's got issues.
Butt of course.
Joyless as a wet sock in winter.
Gelatin Dessert Biafra
Where's the mayonnaise soup?
Wombat architecture critics. Two wombats see a cube-shaped house and one comments: Well that looks like shit.
For the Aussies, the zoologists and the architects out there.
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By @chazhutton.com
When Finnegan lived in OB, he was all about Finnegans Wake and Bake.
Wow! @lankumdublin.bsky.social never misses.
Pork Peppermint Patties
Owlzymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Welp, there go my afternoon plans.
Ah! But have you heard it like this?: dyingvictimsproductions.bandcamp.com/track/choke-...
If thatβs not a row of penises, then I donβt know what a goddamn umbrella is.
Maybe it's because it's almost punk rock, or maybe because it's especially relevant to current events, but I still unironically rock out to Bastille Day. www.rush.com/songs/bastil...
I'm already missing Jane Goodall. π’
Looking through photos at our momβs this weekend, my dear sister made the astute observation that I looked like I spent a lot of my childhood touring confectionary factories with Grandpa. #BobbyAndTheChocolateFactory
Farewell, Trapper Keeper from 1983! We had a pretty good run, didnβt we?
Just because you didn't find a tiny parachute stashed away somewhere doesn't mean they didn't get airdropped from some wee slug fleet!