Just a little angel sculpture by Lydia Harris
Popsicle Stick Jokes are a Lie
Good thing they bring the lulz though.
I’m not going to be sleeping anytime soon, am I? This always happens when I drink too much. Pass out for four hours and then no more rest for wicked little me.
I can remember seeing exactly this sight right after my first time. But it makes me a little sad because, unlike that day, today I lay here alone.
No. No. No. Oooooh no.
sounds like an onion headline. AHHHHHHHHH.
What happens when a man is rich, old, and lonely and has access to the internet? They buy themselves a wife.
Oil Splashes Can Burn and Then You Will Die Lonely
Sometimes the truth hurts. And disfigures.
Beatin the old man at industrial song pop :p