Don't make me tap the sign

Erika Kirk enters the stage by tearing her way out of the neck of a giant replica of her husband. She is wearing a red wedding dress with an endless train that continues pouring from the wound. Her veil shimmers like it's wet. The mic in her hand is a giant rifle bullet.

fuck him he’s so cute here 😭💔💔

Every substack essay about how every substack essay sounds the same sounds the same

Started Naked Lunch and you could slide the phrase "miscellaneous uncs shoot poison" in here and no one would notice

halloween 2026 here i come

gamers think they're an oppressed class because well intentioned friends recommend pausing their 8 hour fortnite session to retain basic literacy

“Chill everyone now!”

He knows he’s hot and it pisses me off

Merry Christmas not ‘ Mary’ Christmas, but yeah merry merry Christmas

fanfic becoming mainstream has been one of the worst things for fandom

if moynihan hall has no haters i'm DEAD

bragging rights cause i saw it christmas eve 😛😛

highkey we're all bagels with disgraceful holes

i can’t believe it’s over oh my god. that was the most glorious five weeks of my stupid homosexual life

the way im slowly piecing together whatever bullshit stranger things pulled via shady heated rivalry tweets rn is so funny

Yassified my friend’s baby to maintain anonymity and then yassified myself because I felt busted next to him

I am not hacked I am just having major issues with my male and female self. A bitch with balls

Tickling the balls of democracy