Clusterfuck! At The Disco

Shitposters will churn out brainrot crap but every now and then stumble across a beautifully profound realization that makes me stop and think for a moment.

it’s called making up words maybe you ferdovit

Hades would be a great name for a baby

work is going well, I’ve only murdered three coworkers so far this week

where is the opt out button for all this shit

I've taught myself how to be funny and I think we can all agree that the results are astounding

Got thrown out of the PTA meeting for ending the pledge of allegiance “with biberty and justice for all.”

Since the junk in my trunk is mostly cheese, I will now refer to it as my dairyere

[arm full of hotdogs] is that your baby? does it want a hotdog?

My skeets have no nutritional value.

I’m shy at first but then gradually go insane

The Internet is amazing because you can find instant answers to any of your questions, and some of it is even true.

I will pay $87.69 to anyone who kills Liberty Biberty.

The Super Intelligence Force sounds like the name of a bunch of D-list Batman villains who conspire to fight him.

Someone said the joke was on me once, and they didn't know I was deathly allergic, so I died. Joke's on them for becoming a murderer.

Home is where the pulsating disembodied heart is, beckoning for you to return to where you came from.

Nobody inside this combination Arby's and Taco Bell knows I'm the reborn manifestation of the Demon Lord of Cacophony.

Our time is finite. Respectfully, if you don't value mine, you don't get any more of it.

I'm charming in the way an incomprehensible eldritch horror is

I just ordered door dash like some kind of gagillionaire

HOA says my DEATH RAY isn't to code. Let's see how to code the SMOLDERING WRECKAGE of your garage is, STEVEN

boycotting Uncrustables for normalizing sandwich circumcision

"That post would've done numbers on old Twitter", I explain. The stegasaurus seems indifferent at best, continuing to nibble the tree I'm stuck in.

Thinking of getting back into depression. Bet they're doing some crazy shit with it these days

behold my ultimate technique staring at a screen for hours!!

Every past “I love you” is a buried relic from years ago. No need to become an archaeologist of the impossible past.

Pragmatism is not being homesick for a place that never existed, hope that helps kiddo.

What a horrible night to have the curse of vision

I keep clutching my pearl necklace but my hands get so sticky. Fuck it send