The view was not worth the trip.
But my wife says I'm just beating a dead horse.
It’s not a scale drawing.
Biracial
“never put your hand in a running machine”
signed, the single mom who may have went too far picking up bio dad’s slack
Windowmaker.
WOW....I'm cured.
So much cheaper than burying her in the cemetery.
4
So I have to keep them in the shed.
Ass skin for a friend
But it was just a pigment of my imagination
Leather. It's made of hide.
I just want to know the cutoff date.
Because it's rough.
"Stairs don't talk!"
It’s a real gallery of the fine warts.
My friends started freaking out. They wouldn’t stop either. So I said “ I incyst you don’t abscess over this
I guess it's back to square won.
Subcutaneous.
You just have to listen varicosely.
I’m starting to think that he doesn’t want to make a rash decision.
Oil of Olé
They crept in. It was pitch black and stone quiet. They were suddenly starting to regret this dare. Stupidly, only one brought a flash light. The aggressive darkness and inky black yielded with grudging compliance but always seeming to push back. They moved cautiously onward amid the dust and cobwebs. The floor creaked. They breathed in tight, quick breaths. You could hear a pin drop.
Suddenly, there was a deep moan. "OOOOOOOOUUUUU". It seemed from below them. The house had been abandoned for years. Who or what could make such a sound? The boys looked at each other, but continued on, hearts pounding in their chests.
As they proceeded into the kitchen they encountered a swarm of flies. Buzzing and beating their necks and faces, they rushed and stumbled to the door, not stopping to see what they were truly feasting on. They slammed the door behind them. Maybe a body? But no way were they going back to find out. And again came the sound, "ooooOOOOOooooOOUUU" but louder this time, and closer.
They proceeded through the dark into the dining room. They saw a fully set dining table covered in cob webs. Dust-covered regal-looking glasses, goblets and silverware adorned the table. Spiders climbed on ivory plates. Clearly a house of privilege and set for a grand feast which never happened.
Or, perhaps, met a fatal end?
They pushed on. But again that unearthly howl.
"oooooOOOOOOOOOOOUuuuuUUUUuuUUOOOOooo".
They found the basement staircase, and from below, the sounds seemed to be emanating. Could they proceed? Would they? Did they dare? Two of the boys looked at each other, faces filled with worry.
But the third said, confidently, "We're going down there." Not wanting to seem the weaker, the other two boys steeled themselves and nodded.
The stairs creaked and groaned evily under their feet. The rickety banister shook in angry defiance. Insects and vermin scattered underneath them with every step. They were descending into hell, they knew, but none would turn back.
And the sound: "oOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUuuuuUUOOOO". Now loud enough to fill not only their heads but seeming to claw at their very souls!
Now at the basement door! The antique, crying squeak of the hinges eeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEee made the boys wince and almost cover their ears. But they had to know. WHAT is making that horrible, terrible sound?
"ooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUoooooUUUUUUUOOOOOOO"
In the center of the basement lay an unholy coffin! A twisted artistic expression of murder, decay and
... keep reading on reddit ➡I'd always heard adults talk about it, but I finally knew what they were talking about.
I'll never forget the pain of my first kid knee stones...
It’s non friction.
Needles
Ass skin for a friend.
A leper-con!
Skin, because Jesus tied his ass to a tree and walked to Jerusalem.
(A mom joke! By my 88-year-old church-going mother-in-law.)
What do soccer players use to keep their skin strong? 💪 ⚽️
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Olay! 🧴
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Olay! Olay! Olay!
His hearing is now quite fine, but every now and then he gets some crackling.
Wife : Do you know (artist's name)? Her skin care routine has 38 steps.
Me : Well, it's not that far tbh.
A lepercon
A Derpatologist
And all I can think is, “God please let it be panda”.
Towels
