I'm feeling evil today.

Wow, 25 comments! We've been busy!

Being weird is a full-time job.

Indeed. Soon it might be close to the front page!

Being weird is also a low paying job. And this meme was made a month ago, so I doubt it.

Just click on one of the grey tags. It'll show up. It probably won't reach the front page, but it's pretty close...

Well my Gravity Falls related memes are more popular than most Gravity Falls memes.

Yup.

Same here with heavy metal memes (of course I'm responsible for 25% of heavy metal memes, so...)

Yeah, you know those memes that people with sanity submit? I submit 97% of everything else.

It's fun! (the everything else)

Very fun until you need to have a conversation with someone that is sane.

Yeah.

In fact, I'm going to submit what I just said.

I'm pretty high in terms of despair. That's uplifting.

AM I EVIL? YES, I AM!

Let the dark side corrupt your soul, until mortality and hope are nothing more than a faded story.

Am I insane? Yes, you are! (that intentionally made no sense)!

I heard, Are you insane, because I have some Cool Ranch Doritos.

I don't like those because the sun landed on mars.

But the cows are living their lives in the body of a neon purple chicken strip! They must be cleansed at once or the Grinch will steal Halloween!

But the Grinch stole Easter! Anyone who cows the cows will be cowed by them.

But the cowardly cows are cowering in fear! If the Grinch sees them, he might change genders, and then challenge them to a rap battle!

But the last good rapper died eons ago. His skull rings with the bones of bones of bones, and the cows know that, and ruin is in their wake!

But they shall never wake, for fear has driven then to sleep on the galaxy most comfortable bed, with the Galaxy's most comfortable pillow, in the most comfortable pajamas, on the most comfortable planet. And the bones were actually purple sugar this whole time.

So the Grinch ate the bones and the bones came out his nose and ate him, and the spirit of a long-dead cow warlord possessed the Grinch, leading an army of sleeping cows to the land where all the thrones are ripped.

But the sun is engaged! If she leaves the PS4 she won't find her chocolate necklace.

But it's not her chocolate necklace! She stole it from Jesus to explode religion!

But Splarffy had other plans. He pulls the the ancient sword called Mike out of his anus and plants a bomb on it. Mike gets mad that he isn't being used properly and angrily sings so loud that the cow warlord has to reveal himself as a donut.

Don't you understand!? That necklace was made by Donald Trump to not only explode religion, but to vaporize all cheese in the world! I was pretending to be the PS4 and she knows that. She loves me and I love her. She has to get rid of that necklace to save me, at the expense of her own life.

But the universe was ripped apart eons ago!!! We are all but nothing except a shard within a shard within a shard within a shard! But where where where where where where where where is the core shard, the one that will save my axe and destroy politics! Hail the hobgoblin masters!

Your universe was ripped apart eons ago! The secret to creating infinite universes lies within that powder you find on barbecue chips! My world is slowly turning into crunchy peanut butter and Splarffy the Gummy Bear is our only answer to save my fridge!

But the barbecue chips are all gone, leaving in their wake only a faint shadow and a foul usurper! Crunchy peanut butter is the most unholy thing that burns our skin, and my sickle may be our only hope!

Infinite universes equals infinite barbecue chips and the crunchy peanut butter has converted to Christianity making it creamy peanut butter! It has also married the usurper that has revealed herself to be a giant ballsack that peanut butter can blend into cherry flavored stardust to fix 48 out the the infinite universes!

There's no heron in the moon! It's a shrew, a five-legged shrew, with a voice like whispering thunder! (this is a reference to the MTG card Mad Prophet)

The whispering thunder is drunk off of expired milk and can only make rubber iguana noises until it gets the nose replacement surgery!

Keep your herons and shrews! You will find nothing in the moon, for the moon is a lie! It has told me so! (this is a reference to the MTG card Prophetic Ravings)

But the moon is not made of cake, which makes it honest and horny! I must worship it and than date Mars to piss it off!

But I worship the hobgoblin masters! they rage and yip as cows jump over pluto! Gary Larsen's Far Side is the only thing that keeps us alive as J. R. R. Tolkein's zombie writes books with H. P. Lovecraft! I am honest and the world is to blame!