Once I met a guy and we decided to read Ulysses at the same time and he immediately suffered an ego death and lost the game, and although my experience was harrowing it was also sovereign and I ascended in power by the end, from the combination of the book itself and sheer unrelenting spite,
I yoo-hoo every day. I am up and down these corridors yoo-hooing
I am the sort of freak that goes up to someone's door and goes "Yoo-hoo...!"
Jolting awake in the middle of the night worried I missed the 2026 Yowie Gathering
Sometimes I'll say, "That guy has a face like a can opener." It is the highest compliment I can possibly give
If someone wants to hate on the apple juice post... in my darkest hour...
When I am sick I like to warm up some apple juice with cinnamon and have it in my nest
I sit on the edge of the bed and look up at you from under my lashes. "Get over here," I say in a Scorpion voice,
I don't know how to explain this but AI promotional material is Live Laugh Love
On Monday I went to the post-office and they inexplicably had a bin of $1 White Monsters out the front. It was unusual enough that I was compelled to buy a can. Today I have four hours to develop four x 5-hour workshops. Thank you Monster Jesus