#plis

To be made of dookie. Just a really bad person.

Jim Bob: Did you see that girl who wrote #plis on her Instagram?

Dale Derkson: Yeah.

Jim Bob: Apparently, she eats babies!

Dale Derkson: Doesn't surprise me. She also regularly cheats on her husband... with me.

Jim Bob: DUDE! I am not okay with that.

Dale Derkson: That's why I shot you.

Jim Bob: Oh dukes! Is that what this red stuff on my shirt is.

Dale Derkson: What did you think it was?! What else could that possible be?

Jim Bob: ...strawberry jam

Dale Derkson: Why...on earth... would it be strawberry jam?

Jim Bob: I don't know! I'm kind of a messy eater. Don't really have my life together, you know? Sometimes feel like I just need someone to talk to about... what are you dong?

Dale Derkson: Taking a picture of you and me for the gram, #plis, you know. Try to stop bleeding so much: I want to get in close for the shot. My phone only does like...narrow frame selfies. I don't have that new Iphone you see Will smith with.

Jim Bob: *deep sigh* okay. Kind of losing consciousness, so

Dale Derkson: Say *Jim Bob collapses* Bro, you're being really rude right now. Bet all your posts end with #plis.

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