Adysonb

I don’t find you funny. Nobody actually likes you. You annoy everyone and you don’t know how to stop talking. You interject yourself into every single conversation and assume you’re relevant for who knows what reason. You got the complexion of Donald Trump. You look like a hippo if it was starved for a week, smashed in the face, and then covered in crusty orange spray tan. And btw, stop gossiping and talking shit about people, it doesn’t make you look better, it’s cringey and annoying. You look dumb enough as it is.

Is that trump or a hippo???
Uhhh that’s Adysonb

by ccanonymous January 23, 2025

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Andy

A man who has many mentally handicapped offspring. Family tree is a trunk.

That guy is an Andy his kids all come from the same branch in that tree

by Godcomplex2025 February 1, 2025

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When you unleash a bowel movement so vile, so cataclysmically foul, that it feels like your very soul is trying to evacuate your body. This isn’t just a poop—it’s an exorcism. The second it leaves you, the toilet groans in protest. The walls absorb the trauma. The air thickens to the consistency of expired gravy. Birds outside fall silent. Somewhere, a distant car alarm goes off.

The consistency? Indescribable. It’s like hot magma mixed with expired pudding, with a splash zone so extensive it makes Chernobyl look like a minor incident. You try to wipe, but each pass of the toilet paper only seems to spread the damage. It’s like trying to dry off in a hurricane with a single tissue. Your fingers make accidental contact. The toilet paper roll trembles in fear.

Your only option? Full-scale biohazard containment. You strip down to your very essence, stepping into the shower like a war refugee. The water turns brown on impact. You scrub with a level of desperation usually reserved for crime scene cleanups. The drain begins to gurgle—even it wants no part of this. You question your diet, your life choices, and whether you need to alert the CDC.

Even after the scalding shower, you don’t feel clean. The ghost of this dump lingers in your soul. Your bathroom will never be the same. Your dignity is lost forever.

Janelle knew she had made a grave mistake when she ignored Michelle’s warning about the gas station sushi. An hour later, she was in Michelle’s bathroom, gripping the sink for dear life as she endured the most explosive, soul-shattering bowel event of her existence. The toilet begged for mercy. The walls absorbed the horror. When she finally stood up, she took one look at the devastation and realized—this wasn’t a simple wipe situation. This was a full-scale decontamination effort.

Janelle stepped into the shower, defeated. When she finally emerged, hair wet and eyes hollow, Michelle took one sniff of the air, gagged, and whispered, ‘Jesus, Janelle… you pulled an Andy.’”

by dr.costco February 1, 2025

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