MY CABBAGES!

And also the indestructibility of that woman's ankles

the bartender asks you to pay halfway through your drink, but you can just get up and leave and he’ll just watch you leave and say nothing

"Catholic guilt" no babe, I'm pretty sure that's Calvinism

do y’all remember usernames??? from back when every fuckin website didn’t need your email phone number home address social security number just to join/sign up for something?? when you could make website-specific accounts that weren’t linked to literally anything else??? they tried to boil us like a frog slowly switching to “username/email” and then just asking for your email. but I remember. I remember usernames.

Le concept du roi du silence.. pas en tant que jeu mais en tant que personnage.. hm..

"cigarette" implies the existence of a much larger "cigar"

i recovered by the time i hit post but when i first had this thought i had genuinely forgotten cigars exist