Like Tetris, but with poo.

Yeah, dying for several months from the pain of stomach cancer is JUST LIKE Jesus’ passion.

Poor people are the kindling for the fire of faith.

“Mother” Teresa also felt that giving pain medication to people dying from cancer was unnecessary, because she had a pain fetish. Of course, when it came to her own care, no expense was spared to see the best doctors. But them poor brown folk - Jesus just looooooves it when they are suffering.

Which is why she hated abortions...gotta replace the stock.

And remember Teresa loved the suffering of those she was supposedly caring for.

I like her and her brand of showladyship. She does not fuck around with an audience’s expectations. Wish she’d switch to fake fur though. It’s not like you can tell the difference.

“Like Tetris but with poo”


There goes my coffee, and now my nose really, really hurts.

I genuinely guffawed out loud while reading your update. I’ve learned so much! Unfortunately all my repairmen look like they’ve been at their job several decades too long, but they all have their plumbers license too, so I guess I’ve never been tempted by the prospect of that situation.

Wait, don’t they “clean things out” before engaging in backdoor fun? I’ve been laboring under the impression that everyone who partakes in this joy has a lot more time than I have, since they have to plan their nights far enough ahead to take care of this stuff.

PINK EYE FOR THE WIN!!!

And now, a haiku:

People already eat pigeons, friend. Think of it like fish: catfish is delicious and healthy but you probably shouldn’t eat the ones you catch in the Harlem River. Squab is just another small game bird, but you don’t want to eat the ones that feed on cigarette butts and garbage in the city.

Have a snickers already....

The victim wore shorts and left on her own. Sometimes the blame is assigned properly. Whose fault was it if not her’s?

Sorry, at some point, letting adults make their own (even potentially fatal) decisions has to kick in. Someone leaves, they cease to be my responsibility. They’re an adult. They likely have a telephone. They can call someone. They can go somewhere. They can knock on a fucking door & beg to be let in while their ride…

Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.

It really is amazing around here.

Also, don't go outside in subzero temperatures while dressed for the beach.

Probably because they were also drunk.