Ask not for whom the bell tolls. You wouldn’t know him anyway. He goes to a different school. In Canada.
Hello ladies, gentleman, third-gendered people, non-gendered people, inside-out people, and all points in-between.
I know I promised to be finished with my short story collect, Other Gods, in April, but it seems that date was, once again, a little too ambitious. I’m trying to make the best book I can for you all, which means it’s taking a bit longer than I initially anticipated.
I’m not sure exactly when it will be done, but it will be soon! Thank you for your patience! If you want to yell at me, e-mail me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
When the cock crows thrice, you probably need to quit doing weird stuff to your dick.
Sasquatch is real and he’s wondering why we keep ignoring him. Guys, are you trying to make the sasquatch cry?
Q:Cracked just posted a list of their new columnists on Tumblr and you're not on it. I thought you were going to be one too? What happened?
No, I’m not a Cracked columnist. I had a tryout back around Halloween, but it fell through. I will hopefully get another chance someday.
Do people ever change? Yes, but only if they are replaced by an undetectable impostor.
There’s not enough room in this universe for both of us, even though it is vast and infinite. I just don’t like you is what I’m saying.
The Easter Bunny is dead. Long live the Easter Bunny.
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Who wants to see what kinds of microscopic life we can find living on your own pillow? What, no one?
Between Good Friday and Easter Sunday comes the lesser-known holiday, Raw Liver Saturday.