Greg the Miller
@gregthemiller.bsky.social
(he/him) bidet, star trek, and cornball enthusiast runs @perfect-skeeties.bsky.social dumb: https://bsky.app/profile/did:plc:6inp5yiltrxwaaysprylsihq/feed/chrono-skeets dumber: https://bsky.app/profile/did:plc:6inp5yiltrxwaaysprylsihq/feed/top-skeets
(harvey dent voice) you either fall asleep hungry, or you're awake long enough to see yourself become 72% wheat thins by volume
“who let the dogs out” it was Mark Antony don’t you read Shakespeare
I don't have mood swings, I have genre shifts.
people will try to tell you salt is salt it doesn't matter where it comes from, etc. but, personally? i think sea salt is superior to assault
Stop saying "log into a portal." Sounds way too cool for what's happening.
after doing some basic research I have concluded that the world is a vampire
margaritaville went under because they had no pina collateral
For me at least, the two things I don't want a giant robot centaur with horns to do are hold a chainsaw and stare menacingly at me through a door.
buncha cats and a jar of hot honey will get me into the back of your unmarked white van
I was in a harpsichord accident and Baroque my Bach
Driving past the fields of Correctionville, Iowa. This must be where they grow the reply guys
The best part of “you’re telling me a shrimp fried this rice?” is imagining the tiny frying pan
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.
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Who decided to call it a “one night stand” and not a “stranger with benefits”
reminder that your all your bedsheets are potential ghosts
Lisa: How did you decide on my name, Dad? Me: It’s an homage to The Simpsons Bort: I hate you Dad
roses are red, violets come in blues, out of his penis, here comes the
"That's the spirit!" I exclaim as I point at the ghost in the police lineup.
Choosing something to watch is almost as traumatizing as deciding what’s for dinner.