Public service announcement for my fellow calfly/thunder thighs ladies:

I’ll be more confident about them succeeding at this when they finally stop making me do captchas because I’m reposting cats and Cthulhu and shit from my news feed like a norml fucking person.

Reminds me of that old joke—”Why are Baptists against sex? Because it might lead to dancing.”

I apologise—this is all my fault. I moved away to Vancouver from New Hampster in 2003 and then

She totally has Crazy Poisoner Spinster eyes.

Hell, I’m 2 years older than him but look at least 10 years younger.

Fuck Paul, that misbegotten closeted misogynist asscravat.

“Hate-filled”? No, those are facts.

Actually, yeah, they do know what they’re talking about. I grew up in an Independent Fundamentalist Baptist household, so I can speak to that first-hand.

Dear Susan:

I worked for a chiropractor for 3 years, and I’ve been seeing one regularly for the past 20 years.

And Mastodon were Wildlings!

I keep reading “El Chapo” as “El Chimpo”.

All I can think of is Foster’s prank call to Ursula in Super Troopers.