Local Mobster Can’t Believe You’re Asking Him If He Stole 4,500 COVID Tests On The Day of His Daughter’s Wedding
“Authority. Betrayal. And super-spreader events.”
“Authority. Betrayal. And super-spreader events.”
Plus, old white people love their lawns, and I’ve heard that garden gnomes make for great projectiles.
Passersby described him as “pathetic,” and having “limbs that look like a strong breeze could either break them or just blow them off altogether.”
“At first, I didn’t mind, since I’m tremendously committed to school spirit.”
“I wouldn’t have minded more Kleenex, and maybe a little bit of Prozac, but I can’t complain.”
“We’re eliminating so much more than just students,” one local administrator explains. “We’re eliminating the stigma around mental health here on campus. We’re doing real work here.”
Reports indicate that this party, which lasted through the night (2 AM), was more of a celebration of the theatre (“pronounced thee-ate-her, you classless hack!”), and definitely not a one-up contest of who was the better Tevye in their high school’s production of Fiddler on the Roof.
Before I knew it, I had run out of cool gay fits to showcase
“I guess I just didn’t expect my residents to be that unable to get laid.”
I conducted a completely unbiased poll sent exclusively to other lonely singles, and—sure enough—we have a scourge of couples on campus.