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Right, time to forget my password again.

I miss you, you giant pussy @catovitch.bsky.social

Like I'm cheating on my hotter, sexier, dirtier babe with some librarian with underarm hair.

Jesus this place makes me feel dirty.

Hi Mr Juss. You're my MP.

I appreciate you're a Labour MP, but I'd like to ask for you to represent your constituents by coming out loudly against the Digital ID.

Oh. So that's my password.

To be fair, part of your problems in life can be summarised as labelling everything as a "me" problem.

My entire feed is just you two.

So essentially, I've got a cat talking to himself, and Yakult.

If anything comes to mind, hit him up, as he's in dire need of a roof.

I'll teach him if you can help him out at all.

@catovitch.bsky.social any ideas?

twitter.com/KalebPrime/s...

I was feeling particularly cuntish when I wrote that.

BlueSky is like snailmail. You post, then wait 7-14 days for a response.

Jack Dorsey could've saved a fucking fortune if he'd just paid for @catovitch.bsky.social to have a WordPress instance where he posts his innermost thoughts for nobody to read,

I could attach an invite code to Bev Crusher's hypospray. He won't buy in.

This site will not have won until it's able to attract the Rocks of this world.

Everyone else is the low hanging fruit.

@catovitch.bsky.social has 1.7k posts here, I had 17. I wanted to mix it up a bit.

Bollocks.

So you remember that COVID thing? Before that.

Imagine Twitter, but no sees your Tweets.

We shall assert dominance by puffing our chest out.

I can see all your messages on here.

I can see only your messages on here.

I am easily the most popular person in my friendship group on here outside of you.

I will respond to your tw.... wait, what the fuck do we call these things?

@catovitch.bsky.social ?

Anyway, I'll respond to your... things... in my once-a-week checking of this account.

I've trebled my follows.

There is no purveyor of ducks on this platform. It is an oversight.

I'm just being cool and edgy from a decade ago.

I searched the tag, and apparently it was the origin of fascism.

I'm worried that this place is nothing but vegans.

You and me should write our own TweetDeck.

With Blackjack and hookers.

And forget the TweetDeck.

It's August. I've already searched for 'the' hashtag.

Okay, I've done some casual searching. This place seriously needs some spice.

Oh, and let's do a cunt test. CUNT.