Hitmewitha-chair

Daily fucking reminder that Luigi Mangione is innocent, completely and fully. He has been convicted of no crime. He has had no fair trial. He is a SUSPECT. Luigi Mangione is entirely innocent and everyone needs to stop parroting this insidious propaganda that he “committed” the crime he is only SUSPECTED of. He is not a murderer. He is not a criminal. He is an innocent man.

Nobody loves me

Nagito, sighs: No one loves me

Hajime:are you sure?

Nagito: yeah

Hajime, aggressively pointing at himself: ARE YOU FUCKING SURE ABOUT THAT!

Comfort

*Knock at his door*

Masky: I hope it's death.

Missing

Jeff: Have you seen my life jack? I can't find it

eyeless jack: Kind of like your parents

Jeff:...

Jeff: Okay first of all FUCK YO-

a writing competition i was going to participate in again this year has announced that they now allow AI generated content to be submitted

their reasoning being that "we couldn't ban it even if we wanted to, every writer already uses it anyway"

"Every writer"?

come on

Toby: *screaming angrily*

Masky: *screaming back*

Ej, walking in: .... What are they doing?

Hoodie: They're blaming each other for eating all the snacks when it was actually me.

laundry sauce

Ticci toby: Slenerman, we need more laundry sauce.

Slenderman: More what?

Ticci toby: You know, like the stuff you use to wash clothes.

Slenderman: You mean detergent?

Ticci toby: Yeah, but it’s more sauce for clothes, you know?

Slenderman: You’re not allowed to say words anymore.

Hall monitors

Masky: No running in the hallway!

Eyeless jack: Huh? What are you talking about?

hoodie, writing a ticket: Masky, is this maggot giving you lip?

Masky: We’re the new hall monitors.

Hoddie: [sticks a ticket to Ej’s head with gum]

Masky: If we catch you speeding again, you’re going downtown! We already locked up Toby for telling bad jokes.

Ticci toby, in a cardboard jail cell: Hey! Did you hear the one about the thief who stole a calendar? He got twelve months!

Ticci Toby, laughing: Get it?

Masky: That’s five more minutes, dirt bag!

Eyeless jack: Okay, okay. I’ll walk within the speed limit. I swear.

Hoodie: NO SWEARING!