Everytime a suburban white kid throws up a gang sign, an angel misses brunch.

Fully clothed mom just waded into the pool to grab her devil spawn child that was ignoring her. She's my new favorite.

[cemetery] *priest says a final prayer* *harambe's casket is lowered into the ground* *toddler falls in*

God: I made something new. It's like a tornado, but smaller. Angel: What do you call it? God: A toddler.