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pmbennett.bsky.social
I'm a cat rescuer and wrangler, writer and editor, and source of many terrible jokes and puns.
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A church that doesn't practice communion doesn't serve Christ. ;) 🤪

It's way too late now, but once upon a time I came up with the greatest buddy cop movie idea ever. I should have been a producer. Y'all know this would have rocked!

Why are pirates so cool? I don't know, they just arrrrrr! 😜

I figured out what happened to that awful Caillou kid when he grew up.

“Abolish ICE” is the moderate position. Radical is “prosecute every ICE employee under RICO.”

He...will...be...Pope Leo! He's gonna be Pope Le-E-o!

I like Star Wars, but I can't muster the interest to watch Botheither.

Black smoke has been seen twice so far during Conclave 2025 but still no pope. In other words, puff, puff, pass. 😁

If you're going to make jokes about the conclave, you'd better bring the smoke. 😜

No matter how long I live in the south, I'll never use y'all as a singular. It means you all, not you only. That would be "y'only." I know singular usage has been s common since before I was born, but that doesn't mean I'm going to accept it. It's just wrong. You are not an all. You all are a y'all.

Never call me a grammar nazi. I'm a correctional officer. 😉

They won't hear us until they fear us.

Do kids these days know what to do if they have a structured settlement and they need cash now? 🤔

Artemis posing in the sunlight for #caturday. #catsofbluesky

Everyone should be treated equally, given grace to make mistakes and learn and afforded dignity and respect. Except the uber rich, who should have old tomatoes thrown at them.

May we love as Jesus loves.

When you decide to be happy, you give others the idea that hope is possible. We’re not designed to be afraid of life. Withdraw your attention from your enemies, and they will expire from neglect. Our enemies are mainly our worries and fears. Just for today, let’s do this. 💙🦋💙

On the 12th day of baseball, my true love said to me, "Hey, Dad? You want to have a catch?"

On the 11th day of baseball, my true love said to me, "If you build it, he will come. Go the distance. Ease his pain."

On the 10th day of baseball, my true love said to me, "You're gonna lose!"

I wake up to cat love every morning. Aramis rested his nose on my nose so long I was able to get this picture. Happy #caturday! #catsofbluesky

Jordan Peterson is proof that you can be an academic with no intelligence or intellectual honesty. He proves linguistic complexity doesn't correlate to intelligence. He is a high-caliber scam artist for a low-thought audience. I loathe him but envy his ability to fleece ignorant right wingers.

If you've never listened to Jordan Peterson, don't. It's like getting a lobotomy while having a stroke after dropping acid and drinking moonshine for a week.

On the ninth day of baseball, my true love said to me, "You're killing me, Smalls!"

Okay, I know some of you are excited about James Gunn's version of Superman, so I'm not going to say anything about that new teaser for it. I'll just sit over here and watch the teaser for the new Naked Gun starring Liam Neeson... Well, that backfired on me instantly. 🤢🤮

On the eighth day of baseball, my true love said to me, "Baseball is 90 percent mental and the other half is physical."

On the 7th day of baseball, my true love said to me,“Take me out to the ball game. Take me out with the crowd.”

Rest in Peace Val Kilmer 🥲💖🙏 www.reuters.com/world/us/act...

On the 6th day of baseball, my true love said to me, "I believe in the sweet spot, soft-core pornography, opening your presents Christmas morning rather than Christmas Eve, and I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days."

If you've ever been confused by the word simpering, the voice Jennifer Garner uses in the Capital One commercials is a perfect example.

going to start calling myself a centrist and then listing all my leftist views as proof, just going to start moving the overton window by force

On the fifth day of baseball, my true love said to me, "Juuuust a bit outside!"

On the 4th day of baseball, my true love said to me, "Relax, all right? Don't try to strike everybody out. Strikeouts are boring! Besides that, they're fascist."

My 10-month-old foster kitten Emma gave me good shoulder cuddles to wake me up this morning. #caturday #catsofbluesky

My health has already improved because of Jardiance. No, I don't take it, it's just that the Jardiance commercials are so annoying that I've started watching my diet more carefully to make sure I don't develop diabetes and end up needing to take it. 🤪

On the third day of baseball, my true love said to me, "America has rolled by... It has been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt and erased again. But baseball has marked the time. This field, this game: it's a part of our past... It reminds of us of all that once was good and it could be again."

If something is your preferred taste, it's your flavorite.

A prediction I guarantee will someday come true: when The Simpsons is rebooted sometime in the distant future, people will refer to it as a "rebart."

On the second day of baseball, my true love said to me, "This is a very simple game. You throw the ball, you catch the ball, you hit the ball. Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose, sometimes it rains."

On the first day of baseball, my true love said to me, "There's no crying in baseball!"

Gee, whatever happened to all of those patriotic militias that were going to protect us from fascism? They'll be stepping up any moment now, right?