This is the story of a minecraft bee...

"Come out, come out, wherever you are..." Rang through his head, "FINE, I'LL COME OUT!" He said, "I'M GAY!!"

barney the dinosaur. Boris Johnson was very happy now

The beast was scary... :O

I always tell myself that. It's true, though, isn't it? это было в 19 веке; and that, it most certainly was. After all, what work of art would use asbestos as its coloring?

concensus heard a rumble from the roots of the world.

The whispering edge of the libtard's pendulum blade came closer and closer to my innocent white hairless chess, but at the last moment some badgeless ICE Bubbas rescued me from the

seemed to deflate. almost as if it was a second suit, a mask. then slowly with great difficulty something climbed out of the shell of the beast and laughed

Then, he slipped on a banana peel, and accidentally broke every single bone in his and his son's bodies :(

Gianna, disgusted by the homophobe's prejudice, wanted to teach the schlub a life lesson. She went to give him a wedgie, when she read across the band of the boy's underwear,

They were kind, but they couldn't help me with my seasoning dilemma; they only ate meat raw. As a last resort, I consulted the Board of the Afghan Hounds.

little boy. He began to cry, but I just stomped on his feet, which didn’t do much because we both were barefoot since we were at the pool when I had my epiphany. So I kicked him to

-welve punches to the groin. Hot damn! but his little mushroom package turned out to be unexpectedly dodgy. Predictably, he rubbed some ketchup on his groin for the photo-op

enough, there were shards all over my carpet, and I cut my foot stepping on a piece and ruined the pure white carpeting with a bunch of blood. I bandaged my foot and put some socks

"This is life" she tells herself. Sitting all alone, blackout drunk at work, at 2pm on a wednesday. Life has been rough lately. A recent addiction to cheese has slowly taken over,

I tried to go boneless but my body betrayed me. My throbbing hobgoblin pressed against the hem of Wendy's yoga pants, threatening to wipe out the entire neighborhood if it didn't

final moment of this measly life. He vomited when his life flashed before him. So much wasted time. The wrong turn over and over. The machine beside his bed quieted to a steady din

The evil Angel weeped of how cruel the heavens were to him, and

, I began to slowly inch toward the door, keeping my hand on the trigger all the while. Aiming the already loaded .22 at the knob, I readied my shaky hands to prepare for it to ope

Sir Robin suggested Castle Anthrax.