No one reads this anyways

but your honour thats my emotional support word i overuse

*looks at books* too tired for you *looks at films* too tired for you *looks at art supplies* too tired for you *eyes fall on tumblr* oho ho

we're still making up new popes and kings and shit in 2025. fucking embarrassing

robber barons and slumlords are back. we peasants toiling in our teeming polluted cities for starvation wages. child labor and food born illnesses and fucking measles is back. what century is this. god i want modern problems. give me MODERN problems. new ones

like generative ai?

human craft being replaced by inferior automated processes as a means of suppressing wages, disenfranchising the working class, and stripping workers of rights to the products of their labor? welcome back to the Industrial Era! enjoy your stay in the 1760s, you live here now

Gaud, what’s a modern problem you would like to have?

these days i find myself increasingly nostalgic for the Y2K scare. i want our biggest anxiety to be computer clocks again

I’m starting to think some of y’all haven’t actually felt the rain on your skin… which is crazy because no one else can feel it for you

Today's high schoolers romanticizing 2016 as if there weren't the clown incidents

growing up sucks because you realize $1000 isn’t a lot of money

Growing up sucks because you realize $1000 is a fortune.

Growing up sucks because you realize both of these are true at the same time.

Exactly.

Official Wednesday post

It's Tuesday

Fucking Monday

Tomfoolery actually transitioned and only does she-nanigans now

editing is so funny because it's like "damn, i wrote 'before' two times within three paragraphs. they are going to stone me in the town square for this"

On a scale of this to Barnyard Dick Tits Song how are you handling your cartoon being canceled?