Welcome To The Brain Rot

Everyone please say hello to Sock!

She is very small!!

It’s Friday Fred! You made it! TGIF

rb if you vote, i wanna see what tumblr thinks on this.

I’ve been making gay knights (and ladies) collages on my phone at work

(Part two)

Sometimes I think about the quote that goes something like "wise men plant trees who's shade they'll never sit in" and then I think back to all the CEOs and policiticans who are really fucking us over and leaving us in a world we'll have to pick up.

As if they raised us to be any wiser than themselves.

To piss or not to piss?

Your bladder reminds you to pick quickly and you dash down the tunnel smelling like your dad's musty spoon collection.

You notice after what seems like an agonizing minute of waddling through the tunnel that the tunnel never seems to get lighter. You keep your hand to the wall to guide you through the straight tunnel, the walls getting rougher with each passing second.

Eventually you find a line of light illuminating the ground, indicating a door frame, and you open it.

It opens up to a circular laboratory with gutted machinery, glowing tanks with strange shapes, and naked wires littering tables and floor.

In the middle of it, you find a toilet. Inside a a wire cage. Upon closer inspection, you see that it is a human sized snare trap.

In the third photo Ringling is actually just showing scad the new pokemon cards he got from ebay