Works like this: I feed you Moon Nukers a straight line, and you hit me with a punch line in the comments.
Guaranteed cure for stress…
Works like this: I feed you Moon Nukers a straight line, and you hit me with a punch line in the comments.
Guaranteed cure for stress…
…because ‘stressed’ backwards is ‘desserts’, I recommend Apple Pie. It’s American!
Six days, seven nights…. in a large wooden badger.
…hippie punching.
…staying off social medias.
Watching The Donald crush his enemies, see them driven before him, and to hear the lamentations of their women!
and the Trannies.
…take down your pants, and slide on the ice…
When in danger,
Or in doubt,
Run in circles,
Scream and shout.
Eating all of DamnCat’s tuna stash.
True – your stress will be ended permanently.
…vote Democrat – they’ll fix everything!!!
…take beloved movie franchises and flip the genders – it’ll fix everything!!!
…welcome our new insect overlords – they’ll eat everything!!!
…listen to Hollywood – they know everything!!!
Road Trip !!!
I can’t think of anything funny so…
Count your blessings.
That’s actually my sincere advice for reducing stress.
Guaranteed cure for stress…
faster horses, younger women, older whiskey and more money.
Guaranteed cure for stress…
well I’m not saying you should ask an Alien about that but… you should ask an Alien about it.
Watching the moon as it is nuked back to the stone age.
Re-watching MSNBC news coverage from Nov. 8, 2016.
Leave the kiddos with Grandma.
…naming your pet “Shoresy” and then shouting at him.
Cigars, Irish whiskey and a plate of nachos
Fidget spinners…
thrown like a shuriken…
at hippies!
Bring me a shrubbery.
Gender reassignment surgery.
Just remember: ‘Tis better to give than to receive.
Are the no longer to be used parts recycled? Donated?
Somehow, my mind went here.
Initiate “Operation Thanos,” that’ll get rid of your stress in a snap.
Closing your eyes and repeating to yourself:
“Even liberals aren’t stupid enough to object to the ‘man’ in ‘mantra’; it’s not an English word. . . . ”
“Even liberals aren’t stupid enough to object to the ‘man’ in ‘mantra’; it’s not an English word. . . . “
I’m afraid you give liberals too much credit.
Becoming one with the Cosmos. For the women drinkers in the group.
When you hire a kaishakunin, hire an exceedingly competent one.