Pax Vobiscum

“I never see you at the club” okay well I never see you at the scarborough fair. picking up the parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme I asked you to get

They should invent an essay where you just do research forever and then you never write anything

researching medieval file formats like .tapestry and .stainedglass

hurdy gurdying or gurdly hurdying? 🤨

I am going to [remembers that jokes about suicide are detrimental to myself and others] Scarborough Fair.

i think they shouldve taken me on a polar expedition not because i would be useful or especially resilient but because my preexisting mental health conditions would have made me an interesting wildcard

can you paypal me one ancient rusting coin

the napoleonic urge to reach under your shirt and hold your titty

She lorem on my ipsum til I dolor

what we should be wearing: a horrific mashup of victorian gothic and 80s clothes

okay but if we do this we have to commit by bringing back a chaotic mashup of 80s and Victorian era slang/speech. The only rule is whatever makes it funnier

“Horse Plinko” is the name of a Star Wars background character

he tried to sell Glup Shitto space cocaine at the alien strip club