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Perpetual nerd, part-time writer, constantly over it.
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behold, the chosen one..

Me: Did you just show up to crush my dreams? Who are you? My dad? Them: Uh… Me: I’m just kidding. My dad didn’t stick around long enough to crush my dreams. Them: …. Me: He took one look at me and said “life’s got this covered”… Them: Jason, what the fuck… Me: It’s cool. I’ve been to therapy.

Here’s a secret no one ever tells you; if you lift heavy things with some sort of regularity? Things that USED to be heavy eventually don’t feel all that heavy anymore. 🫢Don’t tell anyone!🤫

The really shocking thing? It *wasn’t* a rock. It was a rock lobster!

taking a spill

Me, at work every single goddamned day…

For the first time in two decades, my waistline is below 40”. The line starts here, boys. Take a number, because as of right now I’m everyone’s problem. 😏

How much do castles cost? How much does castle upkeep cost? …..I’m considering a change of living arrangements. Unrelated, how does one dig a moat…?

I am legit not high enough for, like…existence…

“You expect me to die?! Inconceivable!”

Invincible the superhero is awesome. But ooh BOY does Invincible the person suck balls.

95% of my phone calls end with people verbally eye rolling and saying “Bye, Jason…” in a very bemused manner. …..am *I* the drama? …………I’m pretty sure I’m the drama…

Damn, The Onion…too real…!

I recently casually said “…you don’t know Homestar Runner? That’s wild. It was pretty popular like…I dunno…twenty years ago, maybe…?” and the realization of that statement made something somewhere inside me snap and now I gotta lay down…

I’m normally up by 8am at the latest, but today I slept in until 8:45. 🫢 I know…I’m an unhinged party animal, living a life of debauchery and sin. Someone stop me before I go too far and order a non-Diet Coke at a restaurant or something.

If you’re reading this, great news! You are now my Valentine! Your duties in this capacity are as follows; keep being your wonderful self and have a good day. ….what? I’m a super low-maintenance Valentine.

Normally, I’d be all prepared to make some mildly pithy, deeply sarcastic, wantonly misanthropic quip about today, but honestly…who’s got the time anymore? Too many other things to be concerned with. To that end, simply; Happy Valentines Day.

Them: How are you today? Me: Been better. Found out today that I’m the Chosen One. Them: …. Me: …. Them: Chosen for what? Me: You don’t need to worry about that… Them: …uhm… Me: ….because you’re not the Chosen One, y’see…

Boy howdy is it amazing the information one can dig up with a cursory google search. You might even find out you have not one but TWO half-siblings…

The worst thing in the world was me developing self-esteem and confidence. I am only getting *better* and oh BOY, are the rest of you in trooooooouble….

I love existing in this weird space where I’m a super responsible adult who works hard but also I’m an immature nerd who loves dumb shit. I’m like…a maturity day walker. I love me.

Just realised that "Gene Hackman" is the exact name that Hideo Kojima would give a biochemist

Here. Have a baby flamingo.

I miss the days when all we were arguing about was whether or not Batman performed oral sex on Catwoman…

Boy howdy, do I ever love how, after working six days straight and FINALLY getting to sleep in, my dog decided she simply HAD to go out at 7am. So much so that she smacked me in the *face* with her paw and dropped all 80 lbs of herself directly on my chest in lieu of a simple face-lick wake up.

Out of Context Theatre Presents: Me: ….did I just give a job to a nine year old? He’s an *actual* child! (beat) Me: Wait, why am I complaining? I employ a literal chicken. Carry on.

Something tells me you weren’t expecting this… en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spanish...

:blissfully hums Tijuana Taxi into the void:

I just had a thought that was stupid enough to make me laugh, but I have determined is too stupid to share. This is the face of maturity, people. Get into it.

Forget the chicken and the egg, I have a better question; do Fritos smell like dog feet…OR…do dog feet smell like Fritos…?

I feel like if Bill Murray had to relive the same day over and over again in the present day, he wouldn’t really have the freedom of mind to become a piano virtuoso and fall in love with Andie MacDowell. He was a news reporter…with these headlines, he’d develop a meth habit instead…

‘tis hammer time