speaking the sacred midwestern incantation: "can i get a little thing of ranch?"
everything is professional wrestling. except actual professional wrestling, which is sex
might just fuck around and buy myself a big sandwich after work
doing a '60s & '70s vinyl night tonight and can't decide if Eve of Destruction would be too on the nose or not.
more like the joke ginger, amirite?
gm simon
loading up the war rig for a quick trip to gas town if anyone needs anything
live
laugh
laura palmer
a friday once again?
friendly spider-men in your area
your friendly neighborhood paulie
oh hi mookie!
heavy is the head that wears the frown
i shoulda posted more lewds when there were only weirdo (complimentary) on here.
now there are too many weirdos (derogatory).
(michael cain crying dot gif)
you trusted us and we failed you
oh. hi.
i'm so gay for my girlfriend
good goddamn morning, comrades
a doomsday cult whose leader makes his followers all wear the same brand of shoes? sounds familiar...
farting famously lovably
When people say Lynchian or whatever it's always the strobe lights and the surrealism and the whooshing ambient dread, and never that scene in Twin Peaks when Ben and Jerry excitedly eat too much bread and deliver their dialogue through gobs of gluten
nice
oh, i am gonna ace my eye exam tomorrow.
proudly defending "pop" as a life-long michigander 🫡✋
bottle check
just realized that i forgot to request opening day off of work.
it's a today, mar10
today's boxing workout got sweaty 💦
ceo of your friend paulie industries
