Nervously, I pull from the tarot deck. It's the Nine of Clocks. My fate is revealed to me: It's my bedtime, and I gotta go to sleeps

save me pedialyte.....

pedialyte....

glasses are a disability aid and i wont argue on this because its true

I feel like to really get this circulating as it should, we need it superimposed over the picture of the turkey going in the fridge. (I can't do it I'm on my phone.)

With the 250th anniversary it's likely to be especially bad this year!

@daysleftofsecondterm

Already here buddy 👍

A question for the ages.

i’m undiagnosing everyone’s everything. congratulations we are all free

you know back then they didn’t use to romanticize the past

bored does anyone want to physically attack or say something weird to me

bored does anyone want to physically attack or say something weird to me

what if it was called american happy story