I applied for a license to kill, and this is my learner's permit.
Indisputable proof of life after birth.
A list of demands from the people who are tired of being considered minor characters in the story of your life.
Tumor-gram
It's from a polite gay guy in a bar. He wants to know if you'll let him push in your stool.
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If puns were sausages, this would be the wurst.
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