Category Archives: Simpsons Shitposts
Uh, Wiggy? My drugs getting cold.
It’s not my job to talk people out of killing themselves.
Carny the spy
He can’t kill anybody if he doesn’t know which one’s the real millionaire.
Good night, Springden.
There will be no bleedin’ splish-splash show.
Do you?
Browsing for houses in my city and came across this glorious picture. Needless to say this was my first thought and I began snickering to myself uncontrollably.
A topical shitpost for bald, impotent men
What can I say, I wanted to jump in on the policy bandwagon.
His father? The drunken shitposter?
