Jill again
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Rock trivia: I was the original drummer for Kars4Kids.
Those little plastic ducks on your dashboard won’t make up for the dissolution of the American dream.
He was dangerously relaxed, truly just one Enya song away from death.
richie@theregoesrichie.bsky.social · 4d agopost your worst draft
If I had been Dr Fauci I would have hidden my diary in a file marked Lima bean recipes and no one would have ever bothered to open it.
The ad said, “the last doormat you’ll ever have to buy” so that means we’ve reached the apex in the evolution of doormats and can now scratch that off our list.
Scary if literal: flying by the seat of your pants.
Jim@jimstewart.bsky.social · 6d agoScary if literal: gut check
Reading before bed instead of doom scrolling. Not only am I sleeping really well, but I also think I’m better than everyone.
sometimes I just tell my brain what it wants to hear
I’m trying to listen to what you’re saying but there’s an Entenmann’s coffee cake in the break room.
Good day to everyone except gynecologists who text you a survey request after your appointment.
In the future every short spined animal will be famous for 15 minutes.
I’m watching a movie made in 1984 about space travel in 2010. They predicted artificial intelligence correctly but computer monitors are the size of cargo crates and everyone looks like their hair was cut at Regis Salon in the mall in 1984.
Three horsemen in search of a fourth to share an apartment and possibly apocalypse with.
Half priced, leggy petunias, experienced in the ways of summer, for sale at your local garden center now.
There is no automatic door or good background music at Dollar General, that’s how they can afford to offer such discount prices.
Maybe if we all turned on our Himalayan sea salt lamps it would help.
There’s a fine Canadian smoke settling over Pittsburgh right now. It’s woodsy with hints of Tim Hortons coffee and courtesy.
If you ever feel like losing hope, remember that the world was able to unite and fix the Bermuda Triangle
You’ve hit a new low when Chat GBT looks over your shoulder for someone better to talk to.
Back in the 60s Post served us a breakfast cereal called Crispy Critters because they thought that sounded delightful.
A distant garage band, the drag of the rhythm section, the lilt of the occasional lyric.
THERAPIST: We need to work on your maturity issues. ME: We need to work on YOUR maturity issues. THERAPST: Please stop copying me. ME: Please stop copying ME.