
What the fuck.
This video’s telling me that if we’d surround this pig with leftists, he’ll be espousing proper communism in a fucking week?
I want off this whiplash ride.
i’m a turtle

What the fuck.
This video’s telling me that if we’d surround this pig with leftists, he’ll be espousing proper communism in a fucking week?
I want off this whiplash ride.

One of the rocks on this planet is decidedly queer.
It did, about 200,000 years ago.
Although some of the monkeys were saying “gneurshk” in a really egg way.


It’s actually a gray miniskirt and black tights!
But yeah, clothes that close at the top and stay open at the bottom seem to have good future vibes.



Got them in a palette swap even!


I trust old meat I find lying around. It may be a different color, but it still spends the same.


That shit was hilarious, until Wendy’s started making posts on Twitter about cranscanning their corn, then it got old.
Once the brands start putting pineapples on their head…
Edit: removed stray apostrophe from “brands.”


Honestly, FemShep is so much better, she’s more richly developed as a character than BroShep ever was.


Whenever I’m in there showering with my wife, it’s never fun, but it is important. Getting clean while discussing the impact of student loans on our budgets, worrying about politics, searching for hope, and drying off.
We come out better for it, but it’s nothing like what the movies suggest.


Coulda called him “piggy.”


Last night I ate two bowls of knock-off cinnamon crunch at 23 o’clock, simply because I hadn’t had cereal in a while. My parents would have sure been like “why? Just wait for breakfast.”
I’m 40.


The thing that makes this is Bender, off-frame, being drunk and stupid and about four years old or so.


I’ve wrote some poems, usually in English, and just shared them out with my friends but not much beyond that.
I think they’re good, I just have trouble approaching the spotlight, even though I want my work to be seen.


The big one ate the smaller one.


I’m gonna sit back and crack a cold one* with the boys**.
*not experience that
**linux


As a trans woman, I generally don’t make eye contact, don’t talk, and try not to take up any space by existing, so attention doesn’t get drawn to myself. I wish me and my people could get off the national stage, and get back to living healthy lives, instead of dealing with the direct consequences of fascism.


It’s Border Control, I assume they’d pick the cruelest possible option.
Donut County was so good, so perfect.