April 2012
March 2012
All my friggin FEELS OMFHDGEHD JOURNEY HOW….
How many Freudian analysts does it take to change a lightbulb?
Two. One to change it, and the other to hold the penis.
LADDER.
I MEANT LADDER.
“It’s a Monday. I gotta do it one more time: one more final scream, okay? But not just a scream. I decided to yell “run.” THE ROAR WAS SO LOUD IT WAS LIKE I UNLEASHED THE KRAKEN IN THE BATHROOM! IT WAS LIKE A WHALE GAVE BIRTH TO A ROARING T-REX THAT WAS UPPERCUTTING A PLAY-DOH CAN! THE HAIR STOOD UP ON MY ARMS! Yeah, and a little bit of pee came out as well: blood pee, ‘cause it was THAT LOUD!”
—Olan Rogers, “GHOST IN THE STALLS”
They’re GRRRRREAT!
Jack is having second thoughts about asking that tiger for a high five.
ALL OF THE HOPE. HE IS MY BABY. FOR RUEME.
Don’t mind me while I spam my followers with Hope goodness.

















































