Casting 'Robert Neuman' takes it to some other level.
Casting 'Robert Neuman' takes it to some other level.
You ever see someone living the life you want for yourself. I want to be an old bat
pan of cute biscuits decorated to look like faces
same pan baked, a horrific fucked up mass of evil
how it started/how it's going
If weβre being real hereβs my issue with the Gorillaz: I donβt think people should lie about being cartoons, I think itβs immoral
S3 and S4 are stratospheric.
[huge bong rip] what if there is a February 29th every year but we usually don't remember it, like Dark City
Hey Slate, there's a bit of an ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM HERE.
You're not cool until you've given yourself ARTHRITIS OF THE FACE.
When I was told, "Oh, btw, you can't have grapefruit anymore because it will double the effect of some of your meds and neutralize others" I had a moment of sadness for pink grapefruit juice but otherwise it's a bit of a shrug. (Guess I just have to be vigilant when presented with a fruit cocktail)
Hunty Holler
I second this and I am currently killing time somewhere where I only have my phone for entertainment. You are forcing me to go to Facebook.
[goes to facebook] Oh no!
Yes. One must always ask oneself, "Would this photo look terrible next to a sentence like 'Sorry for your loss'?"
Or you are calling me a rake. Those days are behind me, good sir!
If it's 'rake', that doesn't make the sentence the four-way spoonerism that 'bake' (taken from 'ball') does.
bake the hall in the candle of her brain
βTHROW HER, THROW HER!β my wife screams while watching pairs figure skating with the passion of 80,000 Romans gathered in the Colosseum circa 100 AD
Doctor: ok, so your echocardiogram results are in
Me: is it...
Doctor: yes, I'm afraid we found that the Groove has made it's way into your heart
Sorely tempted to make this my profile pic.
I just dropped an egg, caught it between my leg and the stove then let it roll onto my foot, where it balanced nicely. For extra points, I should've then used my foot to toss it back up to my hand, but luck was already being pushed and this isn't Shaolin Soccer.
hoping that once this AI bubble pops, companies that never adopted it will brand themselves with something like βnever AIβ or βalways humanβ and be rewarded hugely for it
Two photos. The left shows me, in a red shirt with a white blouse under it, a daisy flower crown in my hair, a navy blue knee length skirt, and brown flat, holding a tray and drinking from a champagne flute. The right painting is a woman in a red shirt with white cuffs, a dark green ankle length skirt, a maid cap, brown shoes, holding a tray and drinking from a champagne flute.
Today is the 5 year anniversary to when I slowly started losing my mind during the pandemic and began dressing up as works of art.
As my Twitter account has long been abandoned, why not make a thread of my madness on BlueSky?
This was βThe Maidβ by Wilhelm August Lebrecht Amberg, from 1862
He also fast-tracked the slowdown from what I heard.
To: Jeffrey Epstein[jeevacation@gmail.com] From: Sent: Wed 7/15/2009 1:56:13 AM Subject: Re: florida visit? good typing! oh well, looks like it's a long flight anyhow... edmonton is so far away from EVERYTHING. On Tue, Jul 14, 2009 at 7:49 PM, Jeffrey Epstein <jeevacation@gmail.com> wrote: i am tied up until aug On Tue, Jul 14, 2009 at 9:41 PM, wrote: You planted a seed with your invite today. I have next Wed thru Sunday off (July 22-26), my last vacation for months. I was going to take polo lessons in Calgary but I (DON'T) think my body can handle it! I pull a muscle every time, and I'm starting to realize my budding polo career might have to take a back seat to my actual job. think What are you doing next week?
The word don't is censored. Don't, or Don T. If you're looking for just some fun proof they're doing control+f censoring
Aww!
Zhuzh not lest ye be zhuzhed.
This one either needs more love or is the worst thing I've ever written.
bsky.app/profile/torq...
I just realized that the Blue Jays vs. Dodgers World Series is exactly like Game of Thrones for me in that parts 6 and 7 don't exist and never have
Instant "That's Kid n' Play" from me.
[If we're tracking demographics, I'm a 57-year-old white guy who is usually into singer-songwriters with guitars and clinical depression and/or garage bands comprised of drunken teenagers.]
I would also be able to identify Kriss Kross.