#goofy
Yes, Batman is just as cool as Joker. Okay? And when did it become okay for one person to try to trademark fish, huh? Because that’s not what Gotham is about! Batman should totally just **** Joker!
Jan 22
Jan 22, 2026 at 12:56 AM UTC
Q. If you combined E.T. (Steven Spielberg) ALF from the TV show, and Alien from Alien movies fran. and had them all mate, what kind of Alien species would you get?
A. An alien that would prop their index finger up to your index finger and go "OW" and his finger would light up, put up a 6 slot toaster and toast var. food items, and then in the end it would go berserk and eat you.
Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 8:17 PM UTC
¡uʍop ǝpᴉsdn s,ʇᴉ ʍoN
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punoɹ os s,nʞᴉɐɥ ʎW
nʞᴉɐɥ
nʞᴉɐɥnʞᴉɐɥ
nʞᴉɐɥ nʞᴉɐɥ
nʞᴉɐɥnʞᴉɐɥ
nʞᴉɐɥ .....................
May 11, 2021
May 11, 2021 at 6:39 PM UTC
The shortest haiku
Is quite similar in length
To the longest one.
Apr 11, 2021
Apr 11, 2021 at 2:40 PM UTC
I didn’t know what to do
All it took were those three words
Right before our lips touched
And I was speechless
Ooh I was speechless
I closed my eyes and said it too
You smiled as we embraced
And we became one
I was the happiest girl alive
Next thing we know the sun went down
So we stared at the moon and howled
Then we laughed and had some kicks
Nothing with you is ever meaningless
As we lied in bed, I watched you sleep
Once again you took my breath
And I was speechless
Ooh you make me speechless
Mar 11, 2020
Mar 11, 2020 at 11:29 AM UTC
This is a letter from my future self
To the past and present Me’s
When you’re stuck in the spaces in between,
May this letter set you free.
It’s hard to think of what to say
To my past and present self.
What are the things you need to hear
That would be of use or help.
Surely, whatever I end up choosing
Will be hard upon your ears.
I must address some insecurities
And attack your greatest fears.
Don’t be afraid to take the fast lane,
Though I know you like moving slow,
You see, sometimes, moving quickly
Is the fastest way in which to grow.
I know you like to test the waters
Before gradually wading in,
But life is short, so take the leap
Don’t be so afraid to swim.
Remember life is always worth living
For there are people who truly care.
And when you’re not in that place
Let those who still are know you’re there.
Regardless of your wealth or status
We are each and everyone the same;
Deserving of grace, respect, and kindness
Whether or not you know their name.
Life is an adventure full of memories,
Like scars— just stories waiting to be told.
Just because you open up to someone
Doesn’t mean you’re shouting it to the world.
So take a chance once in awhile,
Go over, talk to her, smile.
Don’t overthink, ask what if, or why.
You’ll never find out unless you try.
Laugh when life gets crazy,
Love her patiently,
Live life in the moment,
Sincerely, “Future Me”.
1/16/19
Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 11:34 PM UTC
Stop.
Take a minute to think...
...Maybe get a drink.
Good...
Now then...
Try again.
12/19/18
Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 11:01 PM UTC
Yummy yummy
In my tummy
Till I’m full
And then it’s crummy
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 8:58 PM UTC
I want someone to look at me
the way I look at her
for them to be filled with joy
at seeing me
heart pounding
from a goofy smile
to have someone want
to spend all their free time with me
I want someone to love me
the way I love her
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 12:35 AM UTC
Strawberry Kiwi makes makes me queasy
I know it's a bit crazy, and a bit cheesy
But this place has me so confused, so lost
Sometimes I feel like I'm owning it like a boss
Drinking Green Tea and ******* on a Jolly Rancher
Knowing that the taste is pretty far out there
Been kicked off a horse, been kicked in the nuts
I've seen the sun go down, seen it come up
It's safe to say, I've been running on a lot of luck
My mind is clear, and I'm ready to ride this buck
Don't stop me now, don't get in my way, here I go
I've been working for this, I need to do this, let's roll
Jun 6, 2017
Jun 6, 2017 at 9:43 PM UTC
It's quite interesting when you like someone, you start to notice everything about them seems more attractive when it seems normal to everyone else. Their smile seems so much brighter. The sound of their voice is more soothing. Their goofy laugh sounds much cuter. Every little thing about them just reels you in. It's like their imperfections don't seem bad at all. It's funny how our view of someone depends on how we feel about them.
May 25, 2017
May 25, 2017 at 9:37 AM UTC
How come when I know that it'll just hurt, I keep on laughing?
How come when I know it will be only a painful memory for me, but keep on smiling?
How come when I know that you will never love me back, I keep on loving you?
Why do I keep on smearing that fake grin on my face, when I know it's not real?
Goofy me and my goofy acts.
Sad. Despair. Pain. Misery. Tears. Cries. Scars. Anger. Broken.
But I keep on laughing.
Haha.
Feb 6, 2017
Feb 6, 2017 at 9:00 PM UTC
I am a mother
to four beautiful children
I always put them first
I am not my disease
I am hardworking
One job at a time just isn’t enough
I let nothing slow me down
I am not my disease
I am goofy
I like attention
and I do what it takes to get it
I am not my disease
I am high-spirited
I walk with my family and friends by my side
who love me because,
I am not my disease
I am faithful
With God’s love I will never be powerless
He alone is my reassurance that
I am not my disease
I am strong
I will never lose sight of who I am
I may have this disease but,
I am not my disease
Nov 8, 2016
Nov 8, 2016 at 12:33 PM UTC
This rhyming tongue twister filled with S's and P's
Is said by Sally's sickly sister as she sits by the sea
Selling seashells as she tells Peter the Piper
To pick pecks of peppers presently ripe or
Else forage the forest for frog legs and bees.
But beware of the badger's butler named Steve
Who forgot of the fox in the box wearing socks,
Bought by the duck in a truck for a buck by the docks
Where witches make wishes, of which there are three
One wonders, two wander, but which one are thee?
Seashell selling Sally and pepper picking Peter
Then postulated how preposterous were the nauseous people eaters
Whose purple pales are full of quintessential quantities
Quietly questioning carefully the existential quandaries
Of buck-riding ducks driving trucks by the docks
With a box of a fox wearing socks made with locks
Who is literally elated over Luscious Lake
Where lucky duck Luke likes to lick lemon cake,
While eleven benevolent elephants and three blind mice
Might magically master their moves skating on the ice.
Thus this terrific travesty of a terribly twisted tongue twister
Seashell selling Sally sought to share with her sickly-sister
While the pepper picking piper, Peter, perpetuated his preposterous plan
To provide the purple people eaters with a conundrum of a can.
Can they can as many cans as a can canner could?
Or what of the wood chucking woodchuck should it chuck any wood?
And the purple people eaters ate no purple people that day
Because Sally's sickly sister this tongue twister couldn't say.
And the benevolent elephants and blind mice three
And the licking duck Luke were all laid to rest by the sea.
Aug 25, 2016
Aug 25, 2016 at 10:58 AM UTC
What is wrong with a world
Where the sky is green and the grass is blue?
Where up becomes down and left turns right
And the sun starts to rise first thing in the night?
Why can't people fly, and chickens dance,
And all the little critters wear pants?
What's wrong with a place
Made with a creative imagination?
Or an imaginative creation
That makes everything new?
You could have superpowers for even an hour
Heck, why not the whole day?
And those who lied, would be justified
By the power of the truth we say.
See, I'd like to create a creature
That could change its physical features
To look like watches, gems, or diamond rings,
Or any other shiny thing.
What's wrong with a world like that?
What is so dangerous about the imagination?
Why do we frown upon its sight?
Am I crazy or is it true
Does the world reject the new
When upside down becomes upright?
I suppose the question now arises,
After all of these surprises,
As to the point I'm trying to make.
When this world is full of gloom
And we see ourselves as doomed
And our happiness is fake.
This is when we should look
Away from a screen and to a book
To find real happiness a piece of cake.
Let's explore the worlds within our minds
And perhaps we just might find
a reason to live on.
For when the grass is too green and the sky is too blue
And you think your dreams will never come true,
and your hope is gone,
Fly away to a secret place,
look in the mirror and make a face,
So you can greet with a smile each new dawn.
This is the power of a creative imagination,
Building a world, an imaginative creation.
12/9/14
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 10:25 AM UTC
Phones are like relationships:
You really love them at first, but soon, they just don't do it for you anymore and you want one with better features
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 8:28 PM UTC
I'm scared of bugs and, also hugs.
I enjoy writing, it keeps me smiling.
I like the rain, people think I'm insane.
But you seem to be different.
You remind me of being an infant.
Everything is exciting and new.
It's amazing, how you help me pull through.
I go off topic quite often.
The things I'll ramble on about..
I hope they won't make you check-out.
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 2:30 AM UTC
Tickle your ear
Pull your shirt
Rub your fuzz
Teehee
You raise a brow
Confused in thought
What are you doing!?
Teehee
Jiggle my body
Make funny sounds
Stick out my tongue
Teehee
Strange is what you call me
Unique
Shake your head and chuckle
Teehee
I'm 21 and a half
Serious as can be
But weirder than your coffee mug
Teehee
I'll jump on you like a narwhal
Fire in the hole!
I just threw something at you
Teehee
Love me
Hate me
I'll still go around being me
Teehee!
May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 11:39 PM UTC
Not such a bad place,
although it can take
many lifetimes
to get the hang of it.
~mce
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 12:26 PM UTC
pressed against my lips
Firmly between my ****
Tobacco in my hand
On papers and in filterland
I smoke with friends at parties
That serve high quality beer and bacardi
The nicotine is what I need
And sometimes I throw in some ****
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 12:24 AM UTC
I remember bumping into you
At the grocery store,
Looking at produce.
And I was looking at pears
And you were looking at apples.
You called "Hey!"
And I suddenly wished
I had worn make-up that day.
But I couldn't ignore you,
So I said "Hi"
While butterflies in my stomach
Shone through my eyes.
We made small talk,
Talked about the weather,
My family,
Yours.
Then the conversation turned to apples,
And you asked my opinion.
I've never been good at short answers-
This time was no exception.
"Well,"
I said,
"I think apples can be a metaphor
For humans.
Some people are sweet
But if they go too long without love,
They turn rotten.
Others are sour
But that's what makes them
Sweet.
Some are loved as soon as they come in,
And others get passed around
And never picked,
Dropped and bruised,
And they are thrown away
Before they can go bad."
You nodded and listened,
Obviously paying thought.
"Do you have any others ideas on the merits
Of apples?"
I started to blush,
I wanted to bite my tongue,
But for some reason,
I offered,
"Only that I've heard-
I don't know if it's even true-
That in Ancient Greece
Throwing an apple at a woman
Was considered a marriage proposal."
You raised your eyebrows,
Chuckled,
And picked up an apple,
Looking at it in your hand,
"Catch!"
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 11:41 AM UTC