This is why I can’t send Christmas cards
Merry Christmas to everyone who gets my sense of humor!
Merry Christmas to everyone who gets my sense of humor!
Every painting ever painted is actually of a possum. Every place you look there is INTENSE POSSUM DRAMA! You just have to have faith and he will appear all around you.
You don’t have to give up your freedom to be in a relationship when you can be in an abusive relationship with yourself.
Praise b to the paws of righteousness. Go with procyon. And please clean my bathroom.
Imagine sending me a postcard threatening to drop a house on me like I wouldn’t LOVE that? First of all: free house! Also, dead.
The possum is my shepperd, I shall not want. He maketh me lie down in trash.
On the back it just says “Vote Republican”
Acting like an asshole on the holidays is kind of my thing and I’m out of the office.
As you all know, this whole Cuba trip is really just an unnecessarily elaborate suicide attempt. Should I return dead, this party is going to be a SWEET FUCKIN’ WAKE!
Everyone said that finding a roommate on Craigslist was the best way to get murdered, but it’s harder to get someone to murder you than you’d think.