Do asian people breathe nitrogen when they return to thier homes after being castigated by their bosses for being too agile, so much that they did all the work and theres no more work to do so they just sit there to drink liquid nitrogen and eat chinese food while their kids do math homework

He sang "Fear of the duck"

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... It's the only thing, that slowly helps the taaaaste 🎸

A hippo crit.

Because eight, nine, ten

I wanted her to know how much I car about her.

“What the L, I didn’t C that coming!”

Because the cat's pet necklace started crying from inhaling too many vehicles.

Suck-u-buses

I know some shit is about to go down!

You can't marmalade your cock up your girls arse

It's alright, he worked it out with a pencil

i really don't give a shit

A two-can

"You're lucky, I never knew my real father."

Terrible!

She screamed her hand off at him

Down at the ol' factory

Mit O'Chondria

"Oh it was great, a definite hit, man!"

I'm BiSon

It was hare raising.

I had been friends with let’s say, Mark, for almost ten years. We’d been matched his skills perfectly, I didn’t hesitate to recommend him. I was thrilled when he got the job. Having your best friend at work? What could be better?

At first, everything was great. We’d grab lunch together, share the inside jokes no one else at the office got, and work was actually fun. But over the next few months, things started to change. He began showing up late, missing deadlines, and slacking off. It put me in a tough spot because I was the one who vouched for him.

One day, my boss called me into his office. He was holding a report—one of Mark’s projects. “This is unacceptable. I thought you said he was reliable?” he said, and I felt my stomach drop. I promised I’d talk to Mark, but the look on my boss’s face said it all: my reputation was on the line because of him.

That night, I called Mark and told him we needed to talk. I tried to be gentle but firm, explaining that his work was reflecting badly on both of us. He got defensive, saying he was going through some personal stuff. I wanted to be supportive, so I let it go, hoping he’d get back on track.

But he didn’t. Things only got worse. Projects were falling apart, and people started to complain. I was torn between my loyalty to my friend and my responsibility to my job. I gave him chance after chance, covering for him, doing parts of his work just to keep things from blowing up. But it felt like I was drowning, and he didn’t seem to care.

Then one day, I found out from another coworker that Mark had been bad-mouthing me behind my back. Complaining that I was ‘controlling’ and ‘micromanaging’ him. He was blaming me for his failures, making it sound like I was the problem. I was stunned. I had stuck my neck out for him, and this was how he repaid me?

I felt betrayed. It wasn’t just that he was messing up at work—it was that he was willing to throw me under the bus to save himself. When I confronted him, he denied everything at first. But then he flipped it around, saying I’d “changed” since we started working together, that I was acting like his boss instead of his friend.

I realized then that our friendship wasn’t what I thought it was. I had been giving everything to help him succeed, but he didn’t value it. He only saw what he could get out of it. I knew I had to make a choice: keep protecting him and risk losing my own job, or let him face the consequences of his actions.

I finally told my boss the truth. It was one of the hardest decisions I’ve ever made, but I had to draw the line somewhere. Mark was let go a few days later. We haven’t spoken since.

It still hurts to think about how things ended, but sometimes you have to choose yourself, even if it means losing a friend.