I look at you every single day and I don’t understand a thing about you. Why do I keep running into you? I met you at the Dalek Asylum. There was a girl in a ship wreck and she died saving my life. And she was you! Victorian London. There was a governess who was really a barmaid and we fought the Great Intelligence together. She died and it was my fault. And she was you!
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dontsolvethecrime-savethelife
pineappleboiz
Jokes written by kids
that fucking test one
these. are. amazing.
If you didn’t give the context you’d have me believing these were postmodern deconstructions of the joke genre I’m so done with modern philosophy.
