Mr. Gander retweeted
I'm rubber and you're glue. She's tape. He's a stapler. Those guys are paper clips. All my friends are office supplies.
Mr. Gander retweeted
How to prepare for your vacation:
•unplug the plants
•leave radio on for the oven
•have mail forwarded to the sun
•buy trial size shoes
•ham
Mr. Gander retweeted
Son, it's time we talked about the birds and the bees. Why are there so many dead ones under your bed? Has your urge to kill grown stronger?
Mr. Gander retweeted
If you must imagine an otter wearing a lil top hat, AT LEAST add a pretend chin strap so he doesn't lose it in the ocean
Mr. Gander retweeted
"Labia" is both the singular & plural form of the word.
Like "Deer".
So "deer labia" could literally involve ANY amount of deer vaginas!
Mr. Gander retweeted
The difference between jelly and jam is that i don't enjoy jellying things in my bunghole
Mr. Gander retweeted
Heard of the mongoose diet but can't find enough snake eggs? Try the nongoose diet! it's pretty much everything in the universe except geese
Mr. Gander retweeted
[soldier holds me after I've been shot]
me: tell your wife...i love her
soldier: you're gonna be o- wait what
Mr. Gander retweeted
frighteningly upbeat waiter threatens us with an explanation of the restaurant's concept
Mr. Gander retweeted
Me: I'd invite you in but my place is a mess
Friend: That's OK. I don't mind
M: The mess tho
F: Don't be silly
M: I don't want u in my house
Mr. Gander retweeted
WARDEN: any last words
ME: come closer
WARDEN: *leans down* yes?
ME: *whispering* never gonna give you up never gonna let you down
Mr. Gander retweeted
*Santa lifts a rug while sweeping and finds a dusty, crumpled note*
"Please keep my family safe, love Bruce Wayne."
*Santa grows very pale*
Mr. Gander retweeted
Shivering, she pages through her old yearbook... "I stayed cool you guys."
Her voice echoes through the frozen, empty hallways. "So cool."
Mr. Gander retweeted
"Homosexuality is a choice!" Screams a politician from the podium.
"A rad choice," He whispers later, in the well-muscled arms of his lover
Mr. Gander retweeted
Last night I went to a hardware store with my dad and a lady was leaving the store with a shovel and my dad yelled UH OH SHOVEL TIME at her
Mr. Gander retweeted
"Dave, what year is your car?"
"'69."
"Nice."
…
"Did you get a 1969 car so you could say 69 and people could say nice?"
"…maybe."
"…nice."
Mr. Gander retweeted
ME [sexting] …and you'll shiver as our moths gently touch
HER: lol typo mouths
*putting David Hasselmoth back into his net* next time pal
Mr. Gander retweeted
here i go here i go here i go again. girls what's my weakness, dying alone in a hellish dystopian landscape, okay then


















