What's Bluesky? -shitposters on Twitter
BEAVE
@beaveinflow.bsky.social
Spokesperson for beavers. Please take everything I post seriously. 🇨🇦 I typed some words: https://bsky.app/profile/did:plc:kvec6rzfk4af2gjfiu33ccf2/feed/aaaed5pb5i4jg
Don't quote me -shitposters on Bluesky
I had no idea aging involved so much moisturizer.
You didn't check Trivago? You didn't learn to play honkey tonk on a harpsichord? You didn't put banana slices on your PB & J?
Bsky is like the old folks home before the old folks home - sure you shit your pants every now and again but it’s mostly fun and games and not the home they send you to die in which is something
reminder that your all your bedsheets are potential ghosts
I can’t read or write but that hasn’t stopped me from making 10k posts.
maniacal laughter for maniacal circumstances doesn't feel like the best medicine, and that's why I take Prescription Drugs™️
Big news! We now have our very own teen wolf on display, at least until the Department of Social Services steps in.
When I used to hump the wicker chair in my bedroom I didn’t realize it was foreshadowing.
It doesn’t feel strange at all to get horny over a man made of wicker in 2026.
but you don’t understand. i Need to use ai to generate an image of a woman with 3 breasts. if i don’t jerk off within the hour i will die
I’m not religious but I do believe in signs from the universe
i made a bluesky diorama and you're all in it. some of you are made from popsicle sticks and the rest are buttons and twine.
No no no you’re misunderstanding these are tears of JOY I’m masturbating with.
My male pets outnumber the females, and every night my girl cat rubs herself all over my female dog like she’s saying, “Us bitches have to stick together.”
Americans think “free healthcare” means we get unicorn massages (colonoscopies). No, you wait six hours in a waiting room reading a 1987 Maclean’s while your knee turns purple.
it’s funny how people are almost MORE judgmental when you wet your pants sober
[getting fucked] whatever you do please don’t fuck me in the ass
can’t remember if i’m supposed to cry or scream when i enter a roundabout so i usually do both