#Humour

[areallyuniquename]

That is all.

[h4h4n0tfunny]

[sushi-atsushilover]

I'm not a jax fan but this is so funny and cute😭🙏. Honestly bro's more of a cat than a rabbit.

[troythecatfish]

[purple-grackle]

what if his head just did that

jfk didn't really die that's just his party trick

[lafemani]

[outsideyourhousewithaknife]

Knitting is great it's just a fidget toy and periodically you get a scarf or some shit

[torlibram]

"Taking the shot, sarge," I muttered into my throat mic. I lined up my shot, took a breath, half released it and squeezed the trigger. The bullet whipped across the intervening space, sparks trailing as the internal propellant fizzed into life, and buried itself in the logs to the right of Lord Evil, completely missing both him and his doomsday device.

"... Poor marksmanship," sneered the hollow voice from inside that ridiculous mask of his. "My freshest recruit can aim better than that."

"Where does the skill go, then?" I reposted, wriggling backwards to relocate. "I've lost count of the stormtroopers that have shot at me and missed." In my ear, Sergeant Makepeace was being as irate as Evil was mocking.

Evil shrugged and continued to gloat. "For that matter, why are you even shooting at me? You must know my armour is impervious to bullets." Behind him, the propellant flared to incandescence.

"Oh, that I know well. It's why I wasn't aiming at you." I watched, waiting to time this juuust right. As the incendiary burnt through the key strands of cord securing the log pile I added: "Bulletproof, yes. Immune to several tons of dead tree, not so much."

Lord Evil flinched. I could feel his brow furrowing from all the way over here. Then he worked it out and turned just as the first log sprang free. A former oak trunk, fifty feet long by two wide, it struck him a glancing blow. The next one caught him square across the gut and knocked him to the floor. The third through about twenty-eighth utterly demolished him, not to mention significant blunt force trauma to the end-of-the-world-inator next to him.

Once all the hubbub had died down, I wandered over, gun held casually over my shoulder, albeit with the safety on and the chamber open. I could just hear the whimpering underneath the cascade of timber. Sergeant Makepeace approached from a different direction, a scowl on her face trying to hide her grin at the chaos I had caused and only mostly succeeding.

"Shot the right one, then sarge?" I asked innocently.

She glowered at me for forms sake. "Wasn't what you were told to aim at, trooper."

I sniffed the air. "World's not ended yet, sarge."

“QUICK YOU HAVE TO SHOOT THE RIGHT ONE!!!” BANG “sinister chuckle You picked wrong.” “No I didn’t.” “…huh?”

[shutinthenutouse]

[h4h4n0tfunny]

This will always make me laugh

[casualfoxwitch]

[fidjiefidjie]

😍 Alors ils dansent ! 🤣

Danse des tout petits cygnes...🦢

👋 Bel après-midi

[leefelixsgaybestie]

digging up another old meme o' mine for y'all... 🚬

[itsmaats13]

😵‍💫😵‍💫

[fantastictyphoonpeanut]

Look! You really are stating the bloomin' obvious - but yes - it would be nice - arrange it!