I'm getting that itch. I'm gonna say it

Luke wandered through the early morning fog, the damp grass brushing against his boots. His stomach growled—a gnawing hunger only one thing could fix: hash browns. Not the frozen kind from a supermarket. No, Luke sought the golden, crispy perfection found in the wild.

Rumour had it that behind the old diner, leftover hash browns were tossed into the compost heap. It was a risk, but Luke was determined. He crept through the alley, heart pounding, until he spotted the pile. Steam rose faintly from the discarded heap of scraps. And there they were—three half-browned beauties, their crispy edges gleaming in the dim light.

Just as he reached for them, Kevin scurried out, growling defensively. Luke froze, then lunged. A tug-of-war ensued—man versus beast. With a final yank, he claimed his prize and sprinted away, breathless but victorious.

Back at home, he sat by his toaster oven, savouring every bite. Foraging was hard, but the reward was always worth it.

-rep this guy cast a foreskin spell on me and now it won’t stop growing, what do I do with it all? It’s like a scarf NO! It’s still going, sleeping bag? It won’t stop flowing. *that night my foreskin grew so big it strangled me in my sleep*

Rats. And rats make him crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once. They locked me in a room. A rubber room. A rubber room filled with rats. And rats make me crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once. They locked me in a room. A rubber room. A rubber room filled with rats. And rats make me crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once. They locked me in a room. A rubber room. A rubber room filled with rats. And rats make me crazy. Crazy?

Stop eating boogers nerd

this guy is a raging homosaxophone and will TOUCH your children on the peni