Yes… the jraphical interchange format file extension has no proper pronunciation so we all get pronunciation participation trophies.

So, like, the left lip is a new basketball shoe, and the right one is a freshly waxed basketball court? That kind of squeak?

Does it leave a black mark in her panties when she walks?

Lewiston Maine. The (formerly) safest state in the union.

Dudes Twitter likes were Trump Jr, tucker Carlson and all kinds of other MAGAt fodder. Also one of two retweets mentioned mass murder.

This motherfucker is slowly making his way toward my home and children. Last sighting is 35 min away or so.

I don’t have a gun and I regret that choice right now. I wouldn’t wish this feeling of helplessness and terror on anyone.

This is always a mental health issue at its core.

Humor me and pick up a copy of Susan Faludis book “stiffed”

This is the 90s all over again. Fuck.

As someone who came of age in the 80s/90s, that’s not true. I can’t describe the pre and early internet-as-we-know-it days, but they hit different. No anxieties over being always-reachable basically.

That’s not true but okay. It would take quite the consisten circle of asymptomatic contacts for what you said to be remotely true.

I’m an oily mofo. 2 a day minimum. I love my shower time!

Yeah. It’s two in the pink and one in the turbine.

The cumbox

…like peanut butter in the carpet

Here’s the thing, folks: even Lincoln had doubts about manifest destiny and the governing challenges it would present.

What if, hear me out, America is too vast and different to ever be cohesive? What if the best path to success is avoiding shitty cultures that devalue the things you value?

Why are we so bent on homogeneous outcomes? I found my oasis, and I’m building something that will live longer than me. What about you? Is your city/state representative of your values? If not, what’s your migration plan? You have one, right?

Do you like fish dicks?

What about consent?

Oh, reticulum…

No legal consequences? So I could beat them to death?

Easy. Kissinger. The fact he’s still breathing doesn’t look good for any religion or spirituality’s beliefs.

I could have written most of this, but about Massachusetts.

Have a listen to alan watts some time. We’re all just molecular patterns.

The cloud is a series of clustered computer resources sitting behind load balancers, segmented by IP and DNS.

The cloud is very much someone else’s computers, maintained by someone else’s employees.

Source: a decade of big cloud consulting

I’d be giving a thumbs up if I had three people juggling my jewels at the same time, too!

Grab some zipties and two shopping carts. Ziptie the shopping carts to their door handles.