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At any given moment my boob to peanut butter cup ratio (by volume) is likely at parity.
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I keep reading that Bluesky is dying. It’s because I shaved my legs again, isn’t it?

Crossword puzzle clue this morning: “I’ve got a ____ in Kalamazoo” and of course it’s “gal” because Radar sang it over the PA in an episode of MASH I saw in like 1982. Yet I can’t seem to remember to take my meds in the morning.

Bar + Strip Mall ≠ Pub

Woke pope doo-de-yum da-dee-yada Woke pope doo-de-yum da-dee-yada Woke pope doo-de-yum da-dee-yada W-O-K-E-P-O-P-E Woke pope

My thoughts on the new pope:

My wife has named my boobs. May I introduce you to “don’t worry” and “be happy”. I am Booby McFerrin.

The anti-transgender news over the last couple of weeks has been disheartening. Yet it has yielded some hilarious data.

Yes, we're aware of the man outside the penguin enclosure screaming "YOU WRECKED MY MARRIAGE, HAPPY FEET!" No, we don't know the backstory.

I’m wearing thermal leggings and a faux fur coat. Motherfucker, there’s daffodils blooming in the god damn yard.

How long have I been misspelling “teat”? And why did nobody tell me?

Fun fact: T-Rex had a gargantuan cock.

It can hardly be a coincidence that no language on Earth has ever produced the expression "as pretty as Mrs. Dalloway".

Some call it “chosen family”. I prefer “amassing an army of loyal, anti-white suprematists badass weirdos one news story away from unpredictable rage”.

May have mixed my “face” and “butthole” wash cloths. Unclear. Now we wait and see if my brain is going to let it go, or if I need to start over.

We are Skeeters. I don’t think that was carefully thought out.

Perhaps if your only reference wasn’t pornhub…..

It’s is simultaneously hot and cold outside which sums up spring in Pennsylvania.

Sorry about the cold. I shaved my legs this morning.

Can we universally talk about cilantro whenever that shit-hole goes down? Consider it thinning the hoi polloi from the truly weird.

Has anyone checked on Iggy Pop lately?

What other people do is about them. Just for today, I can decide who can take my joy from me. My serenity is mine.

Dad: Your mom and I never worried about you running with the bad kids. Me: Really? Why? Dad: You were the bad kid. Is there a word that encompasses “ouch” and a touch of pride?

If you think the $25k I’ve spent thus far on my transition is to… 1) listen to you pee in the restroom (?!?) 2) coerce a man to have sex with me You need to take a gin and tonic into the yard, look at the stars, and evaluate where your place is amongst them. It’s not where you think it is.

The first 30 seconds about sums it up.