Juiceticles

@juiceticles.bsky.social

Carpenter by day, shadow puppet prodigy by night bsky.app/profile/did:plc:sdkxyw2r7xlx5kjhsolgagv6/feed/aaabbu3r6cxpi

there I was eating the spring roll, and that's when I realized- oh no, the mint, is it like lettuce? is this going to kill me? did I make it through everything to die of this delicious bite? so anyway I dipped it in the peanut sauce and took another bite

“Son of A Preacher Man” is a good soundtrack for life. Driving along a lonesome highway? Son of a preacher man. Eating a wheel of cheese? Son of a preacher man. Having sex with a guy named Billy Ray? Son of a motherfucking preacher man

I had a joke about jokes, but the joke was that jokes are not really a joke to those who don’t appreciate jokes, but those who enjoy jokes and who are willing to take a joke like them; not all jokes work like jokes unless you understand said joke, but I digress [jumps in front of an oncoming train]