Glorp the Uncouth

I used to pick up a frog like every day. what has happened

Fuck ICE

Leaving space in my almanac for an entry of the most people having shat in one place after the Event happens and they do him up like Lenin

Questions I Could Not Ask the Giant in Her Presence  by R. C. Sherbrooke "Do you carry plumbing pipes around with you to stick in small town water towers? Drink counties dry to whet your whistle?" Link ⬇️ strangehorizons.com/wordpress/po...

The annual dungeon crawl has finished, just in time for a fresh instance to be started anew, but I forgot where I put the loot bag. Fml.

Cookie Monster delivering the eulogy at Bert's funeral. Head bowed low. Stillness. "Me want cookies," he sadly intones. "Me want cookies."

This is all the internet was ever supposed to be

The afterparty for the next rapture will start at 11:30

my voodoo doll is looking very fascist these days

A new name on the ignore list, sweet silence

will this get me in trouble gist.github.com/mary-ext/6e27b…

You know, that sluice makes this river unkayakable.

A streetcar named Fuck off Monday

my weekend? oh pretty good, got a lot of xp from scrying on people in LA through my rectangular palantír

anyone know a doctor’s office that weighs on a sliding scale? my psyche can only afford weigh what you can

read through mörk borg last night and thinking about a stark-pale dungeon in kergüs modeled after a certain prominent Weiss House with its current inhabitants as decrepit ghouls, vampires, and at the center, a lich.

a 100% trustworthy entrepreneur

boiling my enemies (potatoes) before i char their skin (roast them) and clatter them (with cream)

Personally I’m not so anxious about death itself, it’s the slow, unraveling buildup that ironically propels me towards it more quickly

stricken with frick

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tried to buy a gundam but they wanted my id and a background check to make sure i would be responsible

i’ll sleep when i’m dead is a weird thought if you aren’t doing a speed run

We’re living through the Tin Foil Age

tired: shitposter wired: shitsplayer

Looking around at the state of this country and continuously smacking an Actuarial table to make it work again

Insane that those screaming waste, fraud, and abuse aren’t focused on the intersection of government contracts with private industry in our largest spending categories. C-suite in defense and med insurance execs are pulling in tens to hundreds of millions a year. The sales data is all public.

My cellar is filled with jars of captured wild yeast and pickled vegetables. I bake bread in my stone hearth from the leftover barley used to brew ale that ferments happily in wood barrels. I spend my days playing chess and singing about sparrows and the sea.

sometimes i scroll and scroll and i think “what the fuck am i doing, what is all this meaningless bullshit”. *quits* *thirty seconds later* wait how am i back here again

Does your billion dollar corporation pay you enough to tell them the truth?

HBO Maximum Odor Protection

Be reasonable, you say? Sorry that’s way above my pay grade.

death by a thousand paper tigers

Taking turns touching the blade of grass