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Gas station THCA got me stumbling in a 25/16 rhythm emblematic of the folk dances around the town of Pazardzhik, Bulgaria

To everyone who says I’m a loser: yeah I am but I have one card up my sleeve. When I visited the Stalin Museum in Gori they had a full display of photographs of him in his himbo era and I found one I couldn’t find online. I’m saving it for when the time is right… heh heh heh heh…

I HATE METICULOUSLY SCRUBBING MY BATHTUB CLEAN OF CLAY RESIDUE!! WHY COULDN'T I HAVE BEEN INTO FEET INSTEAD!!!! ARGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

ATTENTION ALL. I have just received a LIFETIME RADIO LICENSE to communicate on frequency via any GROUND-BASED AIRPORT STATION in Denmark. My FIRST order of operation will be to demonstrate my UNRIVALLED ABILITY to replicate Korn vocalist JDs beatboxing on their seismic 1999 single FREAK ON A LEASH to ALL radios tuned to the frequency of the local APPROACH TOWER.

Getting mauled by lesbians by driving into the women’s camp while blasting Daniel O’Donnell

One of the most grieving moments in my life was visiting Tirana and seeing a driver angrily wave an open can of beer at a traffic cop and realising I’ll never be Albanian

My gender is a road bowling tournament that took place in June 1975 in County Armagh primarily on road B3 between Tassagh and Keady, in which Patsy McCleary scored an upset win over bookie favourite Angus Gallagher due to his particular proficiency in throwing across the banked corners characteristic of the area

“100 gecs” but it’s said in the parlance of a disgruntled Irish boomer yelling “EIGHT HUNDRED YEARS!” in response to England qualifying for the World Cup

My one and only dream in life is to watch Fesh Pince of Blair in a movie theater

Call me the southern terminus of the A line of the Copenhagen commuter system the way my pronouns are hun/de