The thing they don't tell you about fried egg runny yolk is that if you put it in a sandwich it will be the best most delicious thing and you can mop up the egg with the bread, but in exchange you Will get so so messy and covered in egg yolk
saw someone get engaged in a cemetery today, friday the thirteenth. so glad to know that somewhere out there some goth kid’s dreams became a reality
You see, Perry the Platypus, when Vanessa was a little girl, she wanted to take estrogen. Of course, I said yes. And since then she’s always been my little girl. Well recently, Vanessa’s school deadnamed her on her reports! Can you believe that!? I mean we live in a fairly progressive area and—hey, isn’t that not allowed in public schools??
Anyway, that’s when I got the idea for THIS! The deadname-eraser-inator! That way, not only will Vanessa no longer be deadnamed, but EVERY OTHER TRANS PERSON IN THE TRI! STATE! AREA!
Perry spends this episode fixing the wall he put a hole through on the way in
literally a quote from Marcus Aurelius
HAD to go and dig for the quote. “sex is the friction of a piece of gut and, following a sort of convulsion, the expulsion of some mucus.” marcus was just being reductive, but purrp takes his analysis one step further: he correctly identifies that sex is stupid
how can civilisation be in decline when social media abounds with philosophers greater than Marcus Aurelius
My favorite banned terms on this site are "suicide prevention" and "safe sex"
Fuck nasty and kill yourself inmediately after
Salmon male grindset
I had a dream I went to the symphony and the conductor also had a cowboy with him on his little conductor platform. The cowboy seemed to be as much part of it as anyone else. He did a boot scoot, a lasso trick. At the end of the symphony the conductor was like “we flew in one of the world’s leading symphonic cowboys for tonight’s performance” and I felt like some uncultured fucking idiot for not knowing that symphonies had cowboys
Gatorade boobies, yay or nay?
absolutely not, can you imagine growing up only to find out you’re fuckin. arctic blitz flavor. and you just have to live with that forever. i’d get a mastectomy.
official boob post
