How many babies does it take to paint the side of a barn?
Depends on how hard you throw them.
How many babies does it take to paint the side of a barn?
Depends on how hard you throw them.
Suicide isn't a joke. It's called "parkour gone wrong."
Technoblade: I'm the second worst thing to ever happen to those orphans.
Quackity: What is the first thing to ever happen to the orphans???
Technoblade: Quackity..... they're orphans.
(Disclaimer: not funny xD)
What did the suicidal guy say to his audience?
What did the suicidal guy say to his audience?
I'm dead serious about Kobe: Kobe in heaven...
My grandpa died in 9/11. He was a great pilot.
How did Stephen Hawking die?
His PC overheated.
When your cousin dies and everybody thinks you're her.
FUCKING MENT
When you look exactly like your dead cousin and everybody thinks she faked her death.
FUCKING MENT
A) Why don't orphans play Minecraft Online?
Q) Because Technoblade will get their I.P. address and cum to their houses!
When Michael Jackson died, people melted him down into Lego pieces so that little kids could play with him instead.
My friend died. Me and my other bestie start singing the coffin song. My bestie in the coffin, why are you not sad? Why are you still alive?
Why is death taken so lightly?
Because you can take it so quickly.
What's worse than a dead baby?
A pile of dead babies.
What's worse than that?
One's alive at the bottom.
What's even worse than THAT?
It eats it's way out.
Wait it gets worse...
It goes back for seconds.
Just one more I swear...
It fucks one of it's siblings at the bottom.
Imagine. Kobe could not.
Preventing suicide is best done by committing it.
If an orphan has a nightmare, they should run to their parents. Oh wait!
My Grandmother died last month. The thing that bugs me to this day, I couldn't understand her last words... through the pillow.
A man is on his deathbed in prison by electric chair.
The man who controls the chair asks for any last words.
The prisoner replies with: “Can you hold my hand?”
So, I was at a funeral the other day, and it was a school shooting mass funeral. The lady beside me asked me, “What do you think was going through their heads?” And I replied, “Probably a bullet.” She was furious and said, “How dare you! You have no idea what those kids were probably going through!” And I replied, “Well, they were going through anything the bullet was going through them.”