Man I must’ve been really stoned that night. No recollection of this at all.
Cousin Nu’Daq
@cousinnudaq.bsky.social
Incompetent top‘a. Eat. Drink. Fight. Coach Gowron’s cuz. B’aht Qul challenge? Hold my warnog. Ketha Lowlands Community College alumnus. Probably +18 NSFW.
I went thru so much Terran lube that weekend.
Gonna be in the bushes for a bit.
Do you guys think it’s too soon to shoot a porn and call it Wolf 369?
Well boys, the log weekend is HERE! Let’s get fuck faced!
After a long LONG week doing everything I do, ALL THE THINGS, it’s time to sit back, get high, and watch some Terran All My Children! WHO WILL ERICA CHOOSE!!! JACKSON OR DMITRI!?!!! I JUST DON’T KNOW!!!!
FUCK I THINK I MISSED THE SOPHIE B HAWKINS DANCE!! FUCK FUCK FUCKKKK!!!!!!
I have an idea for my next space opera!! The Passion Pickles of Praxis: In Space!
Why didn’t ANYONE TELL ME that it isn’t pronounced STARSHIT??!! No wonder the cops didn’t believe me when I said my starshit was up on blocks behind Cuz’s garage!!
The Chicken Tinders profile I set up for me and B’Etor isn’t getting much attention these days!
So THEN B’Etor says, “Trust MEEEE. There’s no fire there — just DUMPSTER!” I mean yeah, but fuck guys like I’m standing RIGHT FUCKING THERE!!!
The new Jane Austen is ribald even by MY standards!!!
YOU - “So I should just... just... get a hat and FUCK it, right?!” (Point at your head, where the hat should be.) “Engage in sexual intercourse with a hat right here in front of you, because you told me so? On the SEA ICE?!”
THESE GODDAMN TERRAN CHOCLATE WGGS ARE TOO HARD TO UNWARP WHEN YPIRE TRIBBLIN’bbn!!!!!
MY NEW STICKBALL TEAM NAME FOR THIS SEASON WILL BE THE MUFF DIVERS AND OUR THEME SONG WILL BE THE MUFF DIVER’S WALTZ!!!
Fuck. FUCK!! I just somehow poured a bunch of chocolate chips inside my chest tits plates!! I CANT REACH THEM!!!!
Anyone up for goin’ Porky Piggin’ tonight? Got the Falcor up and running and am hankerin’ to go cruise the 103.
When you START TREATING THEM AS PUPPETS THEN THEY GET IN MY WAY!!!!
You will never convince me that we cannot send messages and feelings back to ourselves through time. You don’t need to fucking drive around the sun and go save some whales. Your mind. It’s in your mind.
B’Etor does NOT like it when the cards don’t fall her way in Terran crib.