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Writer of the Obscure Gentlemen comic| Brother, friend, creative partner to Aaron Alvarez | Podcast co-host: Plain Zero https://theobscuregentlemen.com https://bsky.app/profile/did:plc:hoc2ea6xratphibqhvv62fkq/lists/3lgit4socrh2b
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tomorrow is another day and that is absolutely unacceptable

I sleep with a knife under my pillow in case someone with assorted meats and cheeses breaks in and needs to make a charcuterie board

[a hungry hungry hippo rustling the bag of marbles they sneaked into the theater and immediately being shushed]

I like soft rock artists such as Michael Bolton, Richard Marx, et Cetera.

I am become Mellencamp, sucker of chili dogs.

(When I gain weight) Well I've been stressed out at work and haven't had time for the gym, so it's understandable. (When a celebrity gains weight) Well look at this fat piece of shit.

it's time to have the drug talk with my son and i'm really nervous because i still haven't paid him for the last ounce

She was rare, like a politician with integrity.

I'm just a wolf who's intentions are good oh lord please don't let me eat Red Riding Hood

I’ll do a roundhouse kick in a rectangular apartment idgaf

not sure if the generic cereal is getting better or i’m just getting cheaper

Will I ever be a good parent? *shakes baby* Wait a minute, if you're here... [cut to Magic 8-Ball in crib]

[first dog ever launched into space] wait this isn't the park

And now my spoken-word rendition of the theme song from Fraggle Rock…

Me: I really thought he’d learn Excel faster Coworker: You just can’t teach an old dog new tricks My dog: I’m only 3 years old you piece of shit

I’m in quicksand and then I realize it’s actually oatmeal. I start to eat my way out until I realize there’s no sugar, cinnamon or walnuts. Disgusted, I stop eating and let death embrace me.

tried to do the heart shape with my fingers and long story short i’m in a gang now

when you destroy your family playing monopoly you destroy your family in real life

listing quantumness as my primary symptom. let them sort this shit out

*rides off into the sunset* *returns to get an iced coffee*

my dogs probably think i'm an idiot for only sleeping once a day

I recite REO Speedwagon lyrics while ritualistically burning old tool handles – the old ways shall not be forgotten

People always look surprised when you throw a lobster at them

i am bad at conversations, when someone asks how i’m doing i pretend i’m trying to multiply two 8-digit numbers in my head until they go away

NOSTRADAMUS: [rising from the grave] my bad, everyone

I don't think any of us can judge the people who clap when the plane lands now.

I’m in quicksand and then I realize it’s actually oatmeal. I start to eat my way out until I realize there’s no sugar, cinnamon or walnuts. Disgusted, I stop eating and let death embrace me.

On the calmness spectrum I'm currently at "Laura Palmer's mom"

they fucking fired smokey bear

There’s nothing in the Bible that says a dog can’t play basketball

Getting a nautical tattoo in 1950: You’re a tough guy in the navy. Getting a nautical tattoo today: you’re a barista named Geoff with interesting facial hair.

Or as the French call it, La Petite Rick & Mort

I scream you scream we all scream it’s a bloodbath

If you’re arguing online and your opponent misuses your/you’re, you win instantly by technical knockout.

I’ve never been on a long sea voyage but I have listened to the song Brandy approximately 7000 times so it’s a wash

I'm never quite sure how much spaghetti to cook or how many rocks to carry when I walk into the ocean.

I hate people who accuse you of having Stockholm Syndrome. You know who I do like? My kidnappers

[museum] Her: So who are your favorite artists Me: uh...I like Michelangelo Her: Oh, me too Me: and Donatello is pretty good Her: Me: Raphael Her: Me: [sweating] also casey jones

Getting a nautical tattoo in 1950: You’re a tough guy in the navy. Getting a nautical tattoo today: you’re a barista named Geoff with interesting facial hair.

I went to the ER for a migraine once. The nurse asked what I took for it. I said "a liter of chocolate milk." She paused & said "Odd.. but only something a migraine sufferer would try" as if I correctly answered her riddle & she was granting me passage to the land of pain relief.

I don't mean to brag. I'm just really good at a lot of things.

friend: whatcha thinkin about *imagining a bodybuilder with the head of a shiba inu* me: cryptozoology

Back in my day we crushed women on Wednesdays, absolutely pulverized them

How was your day? [flashback to me getting sucked into a tornado] pretty good

A tattoo of a single tear, indicating he has killed a man

Great news, you’ve collected enough plastics in your body to start forming an exoskeleton. The universe will always bend toward crab.

who the fuck moved my fainting couch?

If loving you is wrong that’s OK so long as it’s not also inconvenient.

[Puts on helmet & adds a bell & basket to my bike] Spin class instructor: no