Get away from my picnic basket, you bitch!

You know what? I’m leaving it.

That’s what happens when you meme before tea.

You could say it

takes Puts sunglasses off

Rocks

You shouldn’t make fun of a serious medical condition.

Me staring at a rock: living the dream, man, living the dream.

Why does the middle knight have a pink armored bra on?

Edit: I accidentally a word.

Sure, Bub.

The irony is that the conservative elite knew these reforms needed to be passed for the security of Rome. Prior to the Marian reforms, only landowners could be in the army, and fewer and fewer land owners were around. They were running into serious manpower shortages, but wouldn’t, or couldn’t, enact the reforms to save themselves.

What am I, a toastologist?

I’m 75% sure toast is real, I’m having some now.

Man, being a cop must have sucked before they invented time.

Officer: do you know how fast you were going?

Lord: No, do you?

Officer grumbles: you’re free to go.

Carriage pulls away

Officer ClocknTime: For now, for now.

We are all basic on this blessed day.

Their barbarian ways are invading! Pants? How absurd.

How else are you supposed to ingest lead without lead pipes?

The British Lord who owns the land:

They’ve never been the same after the accident with the duck.

Have you ever, like, microblogged the fediverse, man? It’ll change your life, man!

If they didn’t want to be my unwitting zombie minion, they should have read the terms and conditions of the contract.