Molotov

No, I have nothing grey to poop on.

The Scream, in paperclips, I didn't do this.

the workday continues.

Lentils maybe?

Such pretty food. I wonder, have you ever played around with bento art?

When bad habits get the best of you?

And water chestnuts. All the flavorless crunch!

I was there about a year ago and then binged and caught up. Honestly, you aren’t missing much except for the sad, slow disintegration of Marge and Homer’s marriage.

okay I already fucked up, 2025 will be my year

x.com/alonewarrior...

“Report post” screen, with the following options available: - correct punctuation - not horny enough - british - honey just transition already - i do not care - discourse

Wow the new report post options are actually quite good?

Hahaha! I got a 1.2! Total failure!

The best part about a birthday on the New Year’s weekend is no work and no judgement about staying drunk for days! Woo! 🥂

(づ °ω°)づ━━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ 🍤

please i am screaming

Happy birthday, fellow Capricorn and unfortunate holiday baby!

Stresty depresty lemon zesty

Some maniac has taught a raven to paint. A small canvas is splattered with chaotic streaks of dark red. The raven looks preoccupied. Two comments beneath the photo: "That straight up is exactly what I expected corvid art to look like tbh." "This is the most goth shit I've ever seen."

🖤

There are some things you just don’t joke about. And I’m here to joke about all of those things.

If you’re cold, they’re cold. Bring them inside!

A Mari Lwyd, which is a horse skeleton head decorated with ribbons and fabric ears, and a long trailing white train to suggest the rest of a ghostly body. Listen man it's Wales, this is just how it is.

Meanwhile if you are Welsh it is the time of year when a skeleton horse might show up at your door and challenge you to a rap battle. If you lose the horse comes into your house and drinks your booze.

Happy Christmas from Mari Lwyd!

Merry Christmas to all who celebrate, and warmest wishes to those who do not!

Have a brush with Death.
A shiatsu massage with War.
A cut-and-color with Pestilence.
A pedicure with Famine.

*Shrugs* Probably. You live so long, you have to find your thrills wherever you can.

Understood!

Boy, did I have a day. It lasted many hours and was full of events. Words were uttered. I drove an automobile. You don't even know.

Why don’t you slip into something more combustible?

Damn. My last buck!

Me: (at the gym) arm or leg day?
Octopus: (crying) I don’t know.

Welp. Guess the buck stops here, then.