patron saint of wiggling in the mud

Someone was just setting the table for Christmas lunch when they took half a minute to lay out this vocabulary-changing bsky post, then carried on with their day...

i am strategically acquiring mutuals with specific and unique fetishes to form an elite task force to pull off heists with.

i often feel like a dog that's been tasked with paperwork

Well as a "fan" I would be "serviced" by some THEMES AND MOTIFS #themesandmotifs #artwithmeaning

when you reblog a post about life being hopeless as an acknowledgement that your own life sucks and then your mutuals reblog the same post from you and tag it with the name of a hockey player it's like oh. so it's just me and this millionaire bastard in canada

foresees your doom but doesnt say anything

today i rang up a customer at work for $13.36 and i said with such genuine cheer "uh-oh! two years before the plague hit England, if anyone cares!" and i watched the customer's eyes as they were clearly taken aback and then tried to pretend to be interested at all. they made such a valiant effort. they were like I don't wanna damper this guy's plague enthusiasm. They said, very awkwardly, "haha, uh-oh!"