tons-of-mice
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That "Fucking Ho" was my third wife.
December 9, 2025 at 5:26 AM
That "Fucking Ho" was my third wife.
Where's your hat, OA?
November 28, 2025 at 12:00 AM
Where's your hat, OA?
Imagine Isaac's therapy bill.
November 18, 2025 at 9:34 AM
Imagine Isaac's therapy bill.
Or one very large banana & a couple of big beach balls.
November 14, 2025 at 7:29 PM
Or one very large banana & a couple of big beach balls.
November 7, 2025 at 5:38 AM
Here's a hint: On page 17, Bacon, the author of this garbage, writes, "The following year [1890, after the Johnstown Flood of 1889] President William Henry Harrison approved the creation of the United States Weather Bureau."
Yikes!
Yikes!
November 5, 2025 at 6:02 AM
Here's a hint: On page 17, Bacon, the author of this garbage, writes, "The following year [1890, after the Johnstown Flood of 1889] President William Henry Harrison approved the creation of the United States Weather Bureau."
Yikes!
Yikes!
This was from page 17 of a new book on the Edmund Fitzgerald which sank 50 years ago this coming Monday, on November 10th. I stopped reading when I read this glaring mistake. No one at work could tell me what it is, can anyone here? Please, someone, anyone, tell me.
November 5, 2025 at 5:57 AM
This was from page 17 of a new book on the Edmund Fitzgerald which sank 50 years ago this coming Monday, on November 10th. I stopped reading when I read this glaring mistake. No one at work could tell me what it is, can anyone here? Please, someone, anyone, tell me.
They're on your head.
November 2, 2025 at 7:58 PM
They're on your head.
Rember, remember the ninth of November, the White House destruction by Snot; I know every reason why the sot should be forgot.
October 23, 2025 at 9:34 PM
Rember, remember the ninth of November, the White House destruction by Snot; I know every reason why the sot should be forgot.
If NASA was real, they would send someone up to change the Moon's burnt-out bulb.
October 17, 2025 at 5:49 PM
If NASA was real, they would send someone up to change the Moon's burnt-out bulb.
Hypnotoad Rules.
October 16, 2025 at 4:20 AM
Hypnotoad Rules.
Tonight, the 'Bucket is dragging a rear shock absorber off his truck! After work, he just drove it home, a comet of sparks following him down the road. Holy shit!
October 14, 2025 at 8:28 AM
Tonight, the 'Bucket is dragging a rear shock absorber off his truck! After work, he just drove it home, a comet of sparks following him down the road. Holy shit!
Randolf's backyard.
October 12, 2025 at 6:26 AM
Randolf's backyard.
The BIN needs to do an after-hours show called Spatchcocking.
October 8, 2025 at 6:10 PM
The BIN needs to do an after-hours show called Spatchcocking.
I found my third wife with grape Kool-Aid all over her chest one day--she said she'd spilled it. Now I know!
September 27, 2025 at 6:38 PM
I found my third wife with grape Kool-Aid all over her chest one day--she said she'd spilled it. Now I know!
The horror, the horror.
September 20, 2025 at 5:58 AM
The horror, the horror.
@simplyseculardave.bsky.social Someone in a chat questioned my claim that Mallard is toxic & didn't back it up with any evidence, so I posted this evidence.
September 15, 2025 at 6:21 PM
@simplyseculardave.bsky.social Someone in a chat questioned my claim that Mallard is toxic & didn't back it up with any evidence, so I posted this evidence.
September 13, 2025 at 8:48 PM
Yikes! No injuries though?
September 10, 2025 at 7:11 PM
Yikes! No injuries though?
