Level 55 Werebear

Howdy, gentlemen.

Absolute woofiness!

When I was 21, an older family member predicted that I would be dead before age 42.

I'm 55 now, so by my count, I've been in the bonus round for thirteen years or so.

"Happy Thanksgiving" in a playful font placed above and to tge left of two bearded men having sex on a plate, their bodies creating a shape reminiscent of a roast turkey.

Me and who?

Hot. Would smash.

I want a turn with both the fucker and the fuckee in this scene.

Put it someplace warm.

The concrete isn't the only thing setting up hard!

Biker Daddy is a hot vibe.

Breed me and seed me.

If the number of times I use "Uff Da" and "Ope" are any indication, my Minnesotassimilation is mostly complete.

Next logical step:

"Mommy, why don't we just call and talk to *real* grandma?"

"We're not on speaking terms right now. She knows what she did. Now hush and listen to Nana Nanite."

Brings a very different dynamic to that debate where he weirdly stalked Hillary around the stage like a psycho.

At what point does it become easier as a society to start making note of who *hasn't* given Bill Clinton a BJ?

It's giving Jim Hopper circa Stranger Things season 1.

I love her voice, fer sure!

bearded man with deep blue eyes, dark brown hair and beard, and a hairy chest. he is wearing a black leather vest and a bandana that is checquered between black squares and rainbow colors.

Rediscovered this pic, taken back in 2016.

Ina Garten in a kitchen stirring a pot. The upper caption reads: If your brain doesn't make enough serotonin The lower caption reads: store bought is fine.

Refilling my meds like:

Maybe they're playing semantic games about whether Levy is pan or omni or queer instead of specifically 'gay'.

Or maybe the magazine just has the institutional memory of a goldfish and can't be arsed to figure out its own continuity on this (or any) topic.

🎵 inside some midtown sports bar 🎵

🎵 the whitest group of dudes... you’ve ever seen... 🎵

For some reason the cadences of this put me in mind of the opening theme of Dexter's Laboratory.

You know it! And you know the facial expression that goes with it. 🫠

😆

Nothing ruins a chat quite like typing the phrase 'balls derp'.

Woman in a jack-o'-lantern sweater stands under text saying October 31st. Next to her, under text saying November 1st, a woman wears a sweater with a Christmas tree on. She is starting to say 'Merry Christmas', but a bearded man in a sweater with a turkey on it tackles her.

A friendly reminder...

Yes, that's him.

I miss Urso.

I was 19 when I first admitted being gay, out loud, to myself (in 1990, I think.) I was 20 when I began telling trusted friends. 21 when I told my family.

I am 55 now.

might be a blocklist thing.