Donald Trump is proud of being white, which is strange, considering he's orange. Makes you wonder why he didn't pull a Michael Jackson and bleach his own skin....
Bleach!
Wacko Jacko bleached his skin, lit his head on fire, slept in a chamber, abused his pet monkey, built an amusement park in his own backyard, had toys as decor for his home, slept with little boys, raped little boys. Jacko was Florida Man before Florida Man.
Why drink water and not bleach?
Bleach solves so many problems: stains, dirty dishes, messes, and overpopulation.
I went to Starbucks today and they asked what I wanted, and I replied with "to die, a shot of bleach, and an deppresso expresso."
What's a suicidal person's favorite drink?
The depressay expressay.
Just kidding, bleach!
Why did the emo go to the store?
To buy bleach.
Are you bleach? Because I want you inside of me.
How do you tell if a blond is really stupid?
Put a scratch and sniff on a bleach pod.
What's a depressed person's favorite drink?
Depresso espresso.
Nah, just kidding, it's bleach.
I got two cups of milk. One for me and one for my son.
We both drank them at the same time and tried not to puke. I won, since my son is face first on the table with his blood all over.
My son asked me how I'm so clean, "inside out." I told him because of bleach. The next day, I found him drinking the bleach.
What's a depressed person's favorite drink?
Depresso expresso.
JK, it's bleach.
How are laundry and Michael Jackson related?
They both got bleached!
Have you ever tried anal bleaching?
It really helps assholes lighten up.
More expresso, less depresso. Jk, let's all drink bleach cuz life is a bitch.
I live inside my own world of make-believe. Kids screaming in their cradles, profanities. I see the world through eyes covered in ink and bleach. Cross out the ones who heard my cries and watched me weep. I love everything. Fire's spreading all around my room. My world's so bright. It's hard to breathe, but that's alright. Hush, shh.
Tape my eyes open to force reality (oh no, no). Why can't you just let me eat my weight in glee? I live inside my own world of make-believe. Kids screaming in their cradles, profanities. Some days I feel skinnier than all the other days, And some days I can't tell if my body belongs to me. I love everything. Fire's spreading all around my room. My world's so bright. It's hard to breathe, but that's alright. Hush, shh.
I wanna taste your content. Hold your breath and feel the tension. Devils hide behind redemption. Honesty is a one-way gate to hell. I wanna taste consumption. Breathe faster to waste oxygen. Hear the children sing aloud. It's music 'til the wick burns out. Hush.
Just wanna be carefree lately, yeah. Just kicking up daisies. Got one too many quarters in my pockets. Count 'em like the four-leaf clovers in my locket. Untied laces, yeah. Just tripping on daydreams. Got dirty little lullabies playing on repeat. Might as well just rot around the nursery and count sheep.
Next time I'm at a restaurant, and they ask what I want to drink, I'm going to say "bleach".
I gave Caillou bleach, now he is paler than ever. >:)
