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This is not Illinois.

wasps don't sting me, and I don't sting them either

I hate it when people threaten to come over. Now I’ve got to do 2 yrs of housework in 30 minutes

Look, it’s a shitshow out there, but don’t ever stop motorboating. Ok? Just don’t stop motorboating

Are you an alarm clock? Cause I’m about to smack you on top of the head to silence you

I was driving the I-40 east last week thru that mountain pass during a heavy rain. Do not recommend.

Me, in the front yard, watering the new seed and the baby rabbits, living my best denial.

My only regret is that I didn’t always value my integrity as I do now.

and on the longest day of the year

on weekends we touch grass, drugs, and/or try to remember the names of our friends on bsky. that's why it gets quiet

I'm kinda a birthday scrooge, but you motherfuckers really warmed my heart today. Thanks everyone 🥰

In a grocery store asking what aisle has it for the human heart when all the signs and arrows say this way to what goes in the human bag. "Trying to be as general as possible. It's for a little carrying thing, more heavy casual than up both arms."

Back in my clippings you took an extra current event from the newspaper just for the like of your life forgetting theirs and they always did, because your like meant "nothing important to remember so I guess I'll solve the red love side of this Rubik's cube"

[getting wrestled to the ground] WHY DO WE REFRIGERATE MILK IT'S WARM IN THE COW [punching noises]

I dream of simpler times when the only thing that divided us was how we hung our toilet paper

You won’t know I’ve won the lottery but there will be signs. I’ll lie about, eating cheese until the only way I can move from room to room is by rolling through on logs.

Pulling out the sewing machine. It's time to make mama a mumu.

Breaking: My strength of will.

What could be more ironic than a democracy voting itself out of existence?

Funny how listening to Eric Burdon singing about the spiritual dangers of a brothel always makes me want to go to one.

Don’t get mad at me. You’re the one who told the oompa loompa he could stay here a few days.

You can make that cruise ship commercial as glamorous and fun looking as you want, I ain't getting on it.

You’re in his DMs… Omg, me too!

If you have a breakfast hack and the first thing you grab is a loaf of white bread, you might be the hack.

my bones scream at each other every day so yeah, older women ARE sexy

are you there god? it’s a-me, mario.

From now on whenever a man at the bar asks me if I'm married, I'm going to tell him, "Only to The Lord."

Don’t mind me over here becoming the queen of bad decisions.

You do not know how to account for the sudden inheritance so you blurt out "It's the inheritance! No a different definition you will have to forgive me, I just looked it up!" All three definitions have the face of jealous siblings. "Dictionary. It always did love you best."

When a nest of baby bunnies grows up and leaves your yard, the normal way to handle it is to plant a normal monument. And any good normal monument will be a cicada birthing center to honor those baby bunnies.

Crosses out "The mouth of the river how it yawns" and writes as downward as an aspiration can get "water toothpaste and coffee, maybe a trout with listening eyes to capsize given up boats in the tub"

An entire sitcom plot in the 80s could be there was an orchestra on a train and everyone was confusing each other talking about the conductor.

I have more followers on here than the Vice President of the United States.

Accounting should be in the 2036 summer Olympics.

When life seems on the attack, remember the moments that made you smile when you doubted you ever would again. And smile. You've got this.

was mumbling out loud and someone across the room asked what I said and I told them not to worry because nothing intelligent was being said from my side of the room and they smiled and I smiled and it was so beautiful and true because my thoughts are rarely anything worth hearing or repeating

new migraine treatment just dropped

running around the wild west complaining I'm the rowdiest cowboy but hey why didn't anyone teach me to ride a horse

Juniper berries, or as I like to call them, future gin.

I am mostly just a poltergeist here, not a real part of the family, listening from the sidelines, undetectable until I knock over an antique vase with a boob.