Gagh!

A woman walks into a bar and asks the bartender for a Double Entendre.

He gives it to her.

(Raw and wriggling?)

I appreciate the sentiment, but I tend to like darkish humor with a clever turn of phrase. It makes me smile, and there’s comfort in commiseration.

Also, perhaps you shouldn’t be looking for positivity in a community called a boring dystopia

Just wanna note: According to the sidebar, this is totally within the rules. This is a post interested in privacy.

Why are they picking up parents? 🤔

The cylinder must not be damaged.