A clown lays prone upon an examination table. A doctor stands behind them, explaining “Time for your yearly clown prostate exam!”
“Good, good coloring” he says as he pulls a multicolored string of flags from the clown’s rectum.
The doctor’s face shifts to concern as they continue to pull, all of the flags now red.
The doctor’s eyebrows burrow as the flags continue to come out crimson.
The doctor’s eyebrows burrow
*furrow. The word is furrow. Eyebrows are not the noun or the act of digging into the ground for shelter (burrow).
Dude, autocorrect changes things like 7 seconds after I’ve typed them. You’re lucky that this is intelligible
I hear you. I hate when autocorrect does that. Does it to me all the time too. I proofread everything before clicking submit.
Imma be honest, I don’t. I always remember to proofread immediately AFTER clicking submit… So I send a ton of shitty messages with immediate corrections.
I appreciate you.
Literally every man’s dream to have Heather Graham pull a fifty foot anal bead out of them and play a little tennis.
It’s not just men with that dream, I assure you!
Now I know what to get grandpa for Christmas
I think his exam yielded a few red flags.
If there’s something funnier than a sad clown, I haven’t seen it
I’m stupid. It’s not a weird pointing, elongated clown dick. It’s a table.
Oh lawd you shared with me the origin of 90s mage. Godesnd tysm
