oof!

My dark confession is that i want to put moisturizer on a vulture's head

Everything is gonna be so simple for now on

stretching a computer pelt on the tanning rack and scraping all the data off

WIMO = world is my oyster

boutta chill so freaking hard the rest of the night and not feel scared or bad

in another timeline wes anderson is a middle school theater teacher bankrupting his art department with the most over-budget production of suessical the musical jr. that suburban houston will ever see

writing was invented for administrative purposes so really any other use of it is a perversion of the form

"like a boss" by lonely island was released ten thousand years ago when mammoths still roamed the big wide world. feel old yet?

"I think I hauve covid" is sort of the modern man's anime nosebleed