Unless you want to be an ostracized anomaly, wormholes should be avoided at all cost.
Patty Duke was so angry. She was beside herself, both literally and figuratively. She made the grave error of time traveling to the future and meeting her future self. If there should ever be an amended Ten Commandments, the eleventh would most certainly be: Thou shalt avoid oneself whilst time traveling.
A rabbi robot, a priest robot and an atheist robot walk into a bar. The bartender looks at the three of them and says, “What is this? Some kind of joke?” Taking this as words of hatred, the three robots laughed in unison, “Ha ha, ha ha, joke,” before zapping the bartender into a disgusting slag of human flesh.
It was an ideal lazy day. Summer was putting in some serious overtime, spitting out another 100 degrees with the heat index day in Rolling Meadows, Illinois. Climate change was now a thing and it was a week before Christmas. For those old enough to remember, this was not the norm. In the past, it was usually a much colder time, for there were four seasons, not just the two consisting of summer and not quite summer. In short, it was a dire time for humankind. Not only was the weather oppressive, so too was the power of corporations, but that’s another story for another time.
Liberace sporting backward Minnesota-shaped sideburns in 1968.
According to Hollywood Babylon (Perhaps the greatest source of fake media), the man mononymously known as Liberace, the flashy pianist, and not the inferior aerosol air freshener from K-Mart®, had a great fear of getting wet while wearing clothes. It was not uncommon for someone born in West Allis, Wisconsin, a suburb outside of Milwaukee. Those out of nowhere summer storms have been known to traumatize and paralyze young souls.
The true reason for the closed casket is because this was Trump’s dying face and the funeral director could not help but pummel it beyond recognition. Image Source.
Yesterday I proposed an imaginary scenario where current president of the United States himself dictator wannabe, Donald “Roger Doltrey Of The Who: The Current Waning Line-up” Trump died, and who would attend his measly funeral. I would like to take this time to continue with my discourse. Without imposing sympathy on this vile being, it would surely be the saddest event of all time. Indeed, sad.
The sound of a switchblade and a motorbike.
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