sometimes a theme recurs in your work without your permission. and sometimes it reaches a threshold where you're like. well now i think this is saying something about me against my will. don't know what though
for the love of God let's fucking groove tonight please
last night I had a dream that I overfed my pet shrimps and they all got comically fat. they looked like this:
– Kiera Lyons, “The Neurodiversity Paradigm and Abolition of Psychiatric Incarceration” (2023)
So tariffs were A Choice. But one of the territories tariff-ied (ha) is an island which is full of penguins, and nothing else.
So Threads is having fun.
Penguin President weighed in.
And we renewed this old classic:
Flippers up.
My one friend group can't stop saying, "See you in hell!" in a cheerful voice instead of, "Talk to you later!" and my other friend group can't stop calling things "penis" instead of "cool" or "good", so I just unironically uttered the phrase, "Sounds penis, see you in hell," as I got off the phone.
I think everyone should be doing this btw. Maybe, "Sounds penis, see you in hell," could be our, "Always."
I tried to quote this post to my housemate the other day but botched it so said "nice cock, kill yourself" and now it's turned into a call and response so instead of saying goodbye one of us says nice cock and the other tells you to kill yourself
OP fired a little snake out of glass by Shimmer_手工
AMAZING
Every protein bar is called something like "double chocolate indulgence caramel cookie dough delight crunch" and tastes like clay and sawdust
Clown cars actually operate on two opposite sides of a bell curve - the most average-sized cars transporting a sensible amount of people are the least clown cars. So while the more famous type of clown car is the comically tiny vehicle that can fit an absurdly large amount of clowns inside, a huge fuck-off giant pavement princess ego truck that is only used for transporting the driver around is also a clown car.
