Cries in Gul Madred

Sure, we can add red lights and a harsh buzzer to Perfection. Let’s just go for full sensory terror!

Would you like to play a game?

30 seconds after “These edibles ain’t shit.”

And if you don’t, so help me I’ll get out my phone and post another indignant rant.

Ah yes, the ol’ Lewd Hulud!

I’m not your guy, bro.

no u

Honestly, no.

The street I live on gets pretty festive. One of the neighbors made a chicken costume that was…really, really convincing. From a distance it would be easy to think you were looking at a 6 foot chicken. He added to it by walking and clucking like a chicken as well. The dedication to the part was inspiring.

Emotional support weenis. 😌

We shall not besmirch Powdered Toast Man’s good name. Is that clear?

Like…per day??

Inmate

Live action Nyan Cat origin story.

My discoms? Bobulated.

Yes but how are you? You said you were taking a mental health break and some of us would like to hear that you’re okay.

Still feeling this at 55.

Slowly dehydrating and shrinking over time while sitting listlessly in the cold…

…laughed at and mocked by passers by…

…eventually to have your aged, mutilated carcass dragged into the street and mercilessly consumed by the neighborhood deer…

Something I learned a long time ago: I should never, no matter the circumstances, be trusted with large sums of money.

I once came into a substantial amount of money via an insurance settlement. Did I invest it? Pay off debts? Create a rainy day fund? HA! Gambling, drugs, hookers, drugs for the hookers…I lived like Caligula for almost two years. Debauchery was my middle name. And if I ever came into money like that again, I’d do the exact same thing, because it was fucking awesome!