

Misery.

Wait, hang on, sorry, I spelled that wrong. Missouri.



Misery.

Wait, hang on, sorry, I spelled that wrong. Missouri.



He wasn’t supposed to be in the room. There was a scan in progress when he entered.
Seems to me all they needed was a magnet of equal or greater strength placed opposite of, and perhaps a bit closer to the doorway, to pull intruders away from the MRI room.


On scroll by, the bags in the picture look like people in a convertible.
If you’ll notice the arterial nature of the blood coming from the hole in my head, you can assume that we’re all having a real lousy day.





That’s a good one. Mine is the Wilhelm scream, damn near startles the life out of me sometimes.
Raw, wriggling, and covered in ranch!


Techno cat version is great
It ain’t potato salad without raisins! Could go for some cheesy pea salad too


How I imagine it:
“I’m size 3”
“No you’re not”
“Yes I am”
“You can’t be”
“BRING THE DEVICE”


Needs more micro greens. Handfuls and heaps of micro greens and micro carrots


Beam me up, Professor Falken!


For anyone thinking it. I can confirm it feels great to close your wf account.
You know how much we’ve wanted one of those