KAFUI 🇬🇭

@mykafuiohkafui.bsky.social

a giddy little thrill at a reasonable price 🇵🇸

Sometimes you get high and start waxing idiotic about how The Simpsons is about the journey from Judaism ("Abraham" Simpson) to Hellenism ("Homer" Simpson) and then finally to Christianity ("Bartholomew" Simpson) and then someone tells you to shut the fuck up, and they’re right to do so.

I’ve clicked every link in every email I’ve ever been sent, Phishing Tests be damned. I won’t let fear control my life. During the Anthrax scare, I ripped open envelopes with a fervor and gusto that often shredded the documents inside. Don’t care. That’s how you win.

Upon hearing that Mayor Zohran Mamdani had frozen my rent, I received the light of Islam and unhesitatingly recited the Shahada. One day I shall look down on Madison Square Garden from the Gardens of Jannah themselves. Truly there is no city but New York, and Mamdani is her Mayor!

I don’t eat meat anymore. Ever since America repealed every food regulation that kept Upton Sinclair from spinning in his grave, protein of unknown provenance prepared with slapdash hygiene standards haunt me. I simply cannot get down with dubious rotisserie chicken from The Jungle.

I’m sure people would prefer Trump use ILLEGAL labor to build his ballroom but he’s simply an American patriot hiring the American HEROES at Lockheed Martin. They did my garage renovation last year. Great work. Booz Allen Hamilton did the driveway.

If you disable all the weird AI fuckshit on your Gmail, it also disables spellcheck lmao. They really removed “don’t be evil” as their motto and then stomped it to death in the dirt, didn’t they? Christ alive.

The best place to be when It happens would be a music venue mid-concert. A little drunk. A little sweaty. The news rippling through the crowd as people’s phones light up. An abrupt halt to a banger before the announcement is made from the stage. Everybody kissing like it’s V-J Day in Times Square.

I’ll take a vodka redbull, please! *1960s waitress looks at me sideways, suspecting time travel* Uh, I mean I’ll take your coldest beer mixed into a big ole mug of Sanka, please. *Waitress continues to side eye* Whoops, this is NOT the Coloured section, my apologies, Doris! Lemme just scooch.

I’m an empath, which means the cruel, biting personal attacks I launch at retail employees, friends, fellow motorists, neighbors, customer service professionals and my own (bitch) mother actually hurt me way way more than they hurt anyone else

Mamdani: If the NYC apartment you keep solely for bi-yearly affairs with your mistress costs over 5 million dollars, you gotta pay more tax NYPD officer who’s been on disability since 2006 because he stomped too hard on a lady during an arrest and fucked up his ankle: This is a travesty