[straps on tourniquet, opens bluesky] Inject the jokes straight into my veins. Send me to the cheap dopamine moon!

Wellllccommmme!

What do you call a man floating in a river? Bob.

Hey sugar, are your pants made of mirrors? Cuz they're reflecting the sunlight, ow shit my eyes!

A dyslexia man runs into a bra. He says woe.

LOL #BSky ain't *that* addictive > cuts up skeet, snorts it <

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ok but wouldn't a tourniquet prevent blood flow out of the injected limb, hindering the high

A dose of dad jokes a day keeps the dads away