Those boxes that only contain 1/2 of a motorcycle mirror or handle- do we say they contain motorcycle?

I haven’t laughed this fucking hard all year. Good stuff.

When your living room is your bedroom and kitchen because you can only afford one room

“Ay girl, can I call you potato salad? Cause you look cold and unappetizing.”

Ransomware of the future - endless nerve pain until you pay up fucko.

Intense burning and stabbing from every single nerve at the press of a key.