“Claytor Memorial Clinic.”
If this doesn’t house a secret laboratory for the Umbrella Corporation, then I’m going to be very disappointed.
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Feeling clawstrophobic …
Remember that buddy of mine who tried otter a couple of weeks ago? He’s cooking with chicken claws tonight.
I don’t mean that he was born with chicken claws and is preparing a dish; I mean chicken claws are on the menu — for … chicken bone broth, I think? I’m pretty sure I have ADHD; sometimes I just smile and nod when this dude says things, and I’m not really following.
If I take off my glasses, they actually look like jumbo shrimp. Which I can only imagine would be an unfortunate mistake for someone to make.
“The Dark Side of the Moon” was released 50 years ago today.
Yes, you read that right. The brilliant album was released on March 1st, 1973.
You can observe the occasion by listening to the entire album right here at Pink Floyd’s Youtube channel. (And that is something I fully expect you to do, by the way.)
A chip off the ol’ blockhead.
Today’s classic pun.
Gonna pretend to be a Greek mythology professor; gonna tell people my name is Hugh Briss.
Right. My jokes are so funny, even the Gods can’t top ’em.
Being a d**k to strangers with my puns.
He wants you to scratch his belly here, I think.
I just found this picture cleaning out some computer files. It’s from … 2017, I think? Was that when we had the locusts? I don’t know. I’m losing track of all the various portents and apocalyptic events.
I know the whole raining frogs thing hasn’t happened yet. That I would have remembered.
Is it really a “fortune” if I knew it already?
“Never underestimate the power of sleep.” I’m right there with ya on this one, Bazooka Joe.
Yes, I am a 50-year-old man who is not only chewing Bazooka Joe gum, but also reading the comic strip. What of it?
And, as far as the fortunes go, I’ll bet their success rate is as good as astrology’s.
I don’t follow this rabid woman. Yet she is constantly there.
Her leering, simian face has eyes that are paradoxically both vacant and filled with primitive hatred.
If I wanted that face glaring after me, I’d punch an albino silverback gorilla and abscond with its children.
Why, Elon? Why have you unleashed your online MAGA Frankenstein to grunt and bark and parry after my sanity?
Purple haze.
I don’t know what the hell I did to my computer camera — or if it just came like this. Everything is hazy. I might have cleaned it with something I shouldn’t have, and damaged the lens? I’ve heard that’s a thing.
Kinda sucks.
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