mike

@mikeasd.bsky.social

he/him. autistic dork. im so sorry about all this ↓

when someone suggests a task is beyond me: how dare you. Never have I felt so affronted. I spit on u me when I have to do it: [rubbing my temples and wincing] oooughh my neuroplasticityyyyyyy

me: oh man I gotta tell you what happened to me this morning- friend whose stories all start with hosting a lavish orgy at his opulent mansion: set the scene. who were you fistin

ok hear me out: [I extend my proboscis and swiftly pierce your forehead, injecting an enzyme to dissolve your brain matter into a nutrient rich slurry]

Chiitan loves transgender people 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️ Even a plain statement like this now brings slander and insults, but I think a society where people can live happily as themselves matters more than silence, so I will keep saying it until the account is gone. love everyone🤍

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my sheltered provincial (autistic) upbringing meant i was in my 20s before i heard of Nandos. it sounded outlandish and exotic. i was the peasant they talk about feeding Doritos to

[turning up decades late] “these hipsters care more about IPAs (India pale ales) than they do IPAs (individual performance assessments)!!!!” [the building is empty and everyone is dead. the fields are cracked and barren. the end came and went without us]

And on those skinny jeans, these words appear: “My name is Mike and I’ve always been Quite slim. I’m sure I’ll still be wearing These into my 40s!” Round the expanse Of that colossal butt, and tubby thighs, The waistline stretches far away

mild mannered uncle pressured into playing Fortnite with 9yr old niece reveals hidden gift for killing honed in Unreal Tournament ‘99 like a digital History of Violence

incredible how one can simultaneously feel depressed about being fat and also be haunted by the time someone said you had the figure of a neglected 5yr old girl