I'm always confused by people who block me for limiting replies.
It's like, "So you, too, actually DO believe in users' rights to set boundaries for who interacts with them?"
@jackboot
Some rando. I shall occasionally be reposting my old crap from the other place. If that's gauche, sue me. I only have so many thoughts. My thingy-doos: https://bsky.app/profile/did:plc:x7c6xlcylaorwzbms2xlzjpf/feed/aaacjsujdyxeu
I'm always confused by people who block me for limiting replies.
It's like, "So you, too, actually DO believe in users' rights to set boundaries for who interacts with them?"
I say happy birthday a lot for someone that is diametrically opposed to all birth.
Store aisle shelves stuffed on one side with inflatable ducks faces the other, stuffed with inflatable flamingos.
some shit is about to go down
His name was Hannibal which rhymes with cannibal. That seems likely.
And the males are always trying to impress the ladies. A tale as old as time.
The lions, tigers, wolves, bears, rhinos, leopards, and chimps got out. We don't really have a plan but we're confident it'll be ok.
What? "Revved up like a deuce"? No, that's not how English works. You have to actually say the words you want us to hear.
His goal is to destabilize the entire region because he believes, to borrow a quote, "Chaos is a ladder."
You can imagine how surprised we all were when we discovered our office IT guy, Rupert, cut an album in the evening and had a hit song.
youtu.be/zROIlspgOjM?...
Fox News had a plastic surgeon comment on the war in Iran, so Iβm not asking, Iβm begging a giant asteroid β any asteroid β to take one for the team and make contact with our civilization
Think of those cast iron pots and pans clinking and clanking in those Conestoga wagons moving across the prairie wondering about their uncertain future.
Now you're writing songs. How are we supposed to keep up?
Lovely work. :)
A man walks on the sidewalk with two small dogs in his pockets, while a duck on a leash wears shoes. It is captioned βA man with two dogs in his pockets, walking a duck wearing shoesβ on a bar mid-photograph.
You wake up in the morning
With gray clouds overhead
And you struggle for the will
To rise up out of bed
The world outside is frightening
A sad and dismal place
You pray for inspiration
A moment of pure grace
Maybe thereβs something out there
To take away these blues
Perhaps
Take to the backroads and let them know you mean meandering
the fifa peace prize used to mean something
Right? You throw it away out the window and it could land on a chipmunk and "VoilΓ !" more death.
What? "Revved up like a deuce"? No, that's not how English works. You have to actually say the words you want us to hear.
Rubio stupidly tells the truth. We didn't attack Iran because we were afraid of what they were about to do; we attacked Iran because of what we were afraid Israel, our "ally", was about to do. The savage government of this tiny country leads us around by the nose.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Clh8...
goddamn the internet has gotten stupid
not anybody here, but everywhere else
[3:12 am]
brain: hey wake up let's think about everything
me: what do you mean by everyth-
brain: I SAID EVERYTHING
Yes, yes your breasts are splendid but do you interpret Armageddon as a literal event or a symbolic progression of the world toward its inevitable end?
I CANNOT JUST KEEP HIKING UP MY PANTS WHEN THINGS GO WRONG. IF I HIKE UP MY PANTS ANY FURTHER, I WILL BE DROWNING IN PANT.
Hey, I'm just sayin'.
Kuwait shot down 3 fighter jets that we paid for with missiles that we paid for.
Speaking of ancient prophecies, tell your mom I said heyyy
A tailor's dummy in a thrift store. It has various blonde dolls' heads at the top, and a choker made of smaller Barbie-type doll faces. There's a black crop-top overlaid with a breastplate made of small dolls' arms, with a larger doll's face - cut in half and upside down - over the nipples. Below the bare midriff is a skirt made of dolls' legs, hung vertically in two rows. And more doll faces in the centre.
What I'll be wearing to the War Gala
Going to a Payless ShoeSource could fix me
Every friend group had that one kid that was trying build a weather control machine. What was the deal with Kevin anyway?
Cancer pans were a big part of my childhood. Such memories. :)