Is it a cloud or something like Mayflies hatching and it is a swarm of them?

The FASTNESS

I read this in Alistair Sims voice.

I had East of Chicago, played some NMS, and watched Jacksepticeye play more Death Stranding 2. I’m in my mid 40s and Friday nights still feel the same to me… I guess it can be that way for everyone if they really want it to. Take back your Friday nights and just be a kid again.

You only get one chance to find out!

Absofuckinlutely

Yeah! Fuck pullover hoodies. They literally suck. When you get warm, instead of simply unzipping I gotta pull the whole thing off and over my head. Then my Tshirt and hair get messed up and it’s a whole thing. Zipups forever. I’ll die on this hill.

Oh when I get that feeling… I want SECTIONAL healing…

Stupid bitch doesn’t know what she’s talking about. Film at 11!

Can’t use Reddit if I’m permanently banned. Fuck them anyways.

Yeah. I had a whole vibe going last night as the news was dropping.

No, it is just endlessly looking up and trying to get a movie to play on Paramount+

The rusty wire that holds the cork that keeps the anger in gives way and suddenly it’s day again…

Time to send the elderly off the cliff and sacrifice some dumbass tourists to the gods for the coming harvest.

This is why I primarily use my phone to eye fuck the nastiest hardcore porn into my brain. If it’s all going to shit I might as well be gooned the fuck out

I never really understood the debate. In reality, if you were standing in front of the dress it is black and blue. Now, if you take a digital photo of the dress and post it on the internet as a terribly compressed jpg, with weird white balancing, and brightness/contrast turned up and down it is gold and white. The debate isn’t really about the reality of the color of the dress but the reality of a badly edited photo.

I’ve probably watched that video from Conan O’Brien 100 times and it never fails to make me laugh every time. His delivery is just perfect.snd Conan’s reaction is priceless.

A moth goes into a podiatrist’s office, and the podiatrist’s office says, “What seems to be the problem, moth?”

The moth says “What’s the problem? Where do I begin, man? I go to work for Gregory Illinivich, and all day long I work. Honestly doc, I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore. I don’t even know if Gregory Illinivich knows. He only knows that he has power over me, and that seems to bring him happiness. But I don’t know, I wake up in a malaise, and I walk here and there… at night I…I sometimes wake up and I turn to some old lady in my bed that’s on my arm. A lady that I once loved, doc. I don’t know where to turn to. My youngest, Alexendria, she fell in the…in the cold of last year. The cold took her down, as it did many of us. And my other boy, and this is the hardest pill to swallow, doc. My other boy, Gregarro Ivinalititavitch… I no longer love him. As much as it pains me to say, when I look in his eyes, all I see is the same cowardice that I… that I catch when I take a glimpse of my own face in the mirror. If only I wasn’t such a coward, then perhaps…perhaps I could bring myself to reach over to that cocked and loaded gun that lays on the bedside behind me and end this hellish facade once and for all…Doc, sometimes I feel like a spider, even though I’m a moth, just barely hanging on to my web with an everlasting fire underneath me. I’m not feeling good. And so the doctor says, “Moth, man, you’re troubled. But you should be seeing a psychiatrist. Why on earth did you come here?”

And the moth says, “‘Cause the light was on."

-Norm Macdonald

I’ve got lots of mud and trees at my place. I’ll be just fine.

History only favors the victor no matter how it started.