Here’s some more HOH Donnie, because we deserve it 🐢💜
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i got formally diagnosed this week after years of waiting/knowing and my friend mailed a professionally custom made cake to my house
gotta love the duality of morpheus's chosen love interests
ex-wife: a literal centuries upon centuries old ancient greek muse who presides over eloquence and epic poetry and who looks and speaks like an ethereal wonder
current boyfriend: a himbo
ever have a blorbo live in your brain for so long they become their own blorbo variant that’s no longer fully attached to their source material and your original blorbo is still beloved and dear to you but now you also have a mutant blorbo clone who is dear to you in a different way?
Small town culture is knowing that there are Old Folks with strange nicknames but never knowing the stories behind them.
Of course, I made the mistake of asking why everyone calls this one guy Brickaday and it turns out that he worked at a brickyard for 40 years, stealing exactly one brick every day and making no particular efforts to conceal the theft. Nobody thought anything of it until years later he was discovered to have built three houses.
His boss is said to have shrugged and made some remarks about the importance of coming up with a plan and sticking to it.
I‘m trying to arrange my face into an appropriate approximation of silent bafflement and failing miserably.
Sans sweep was so powerful the residual shockwaves accidentally killed the fucking queen
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Also, happy Antifa mob anniversary