Excuse, my entire country’s culture is based entirely on shitposting, and I’ll thank you for not calling it “juvenile”.

So, Adrian Brody walks into a bar and the bartender says “Why the long face?”

See, this is why you’re banned from Ikea. 

Wasn’t that the line of feminine hygiene products withdrawn from sale after it was found they contained over eighteen times the safe levels of cadmium?

And to be completely fair to Last Action Hero, it came up against...motherfuckin’ this:

What I find fucking hilarious is that he was single for decades after writing that, and then suddenly when he gets some money and fame from RP1, one of the girls who friendzoned him hard (met back in 1998 at a poetry slam) suddenly decided to marry him.

You should try reading his poetry.

That’s what the meth’s for.

Is...is this the plot for the next Christopher Nolan film?

BRING ON THE CINEMATIC COOGANVERSE!

Not Bluey!

You surely are a man of constant sorrow.

Stick a fucking bucket in the shower and take shorter showers.

I wish we could abandon the ridiculous notion that white people don’t use wash cloths

I’m super white

JB’s a Byron Bay hippie, so it’s likely he reeks of stale weed and the misguided belief that vegans can’t produce BO.

If you’re wondering why his death is being described as an “accident”, it’s because he got hammered in ass so much that he died of being hammered in ass.

I love him pulling the rifle out of the case, and the click-fingers-throw-it-here gesture with the mortar round.

OK, so this one’s limited to the five Australians on this site, but my favourite one is from the ARIA awards (Australia Recording Industry Association awards, like the Grammies, but only slightly less shit), and Delta Goodrem growled “Get that stinking fucking hippie away from me” at John Butler:

Why, those two epidemics aren’t comparable at all! They’re completely different!