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Ugh. Picture day. When I was in grammar school, I was a little fat kid with horn rim glasses and a crewcut. On picture days, my mother would dress me up in a white short sleeve shirt, black or dark blue polyester slacks, black loafers...and a clip-on bow tie. Even at that young age, I realized I was the biggest dork

I am endlessly surprised at that attitude.  At least most of my rigid Christian relatives--the super-disapproving ones--were hypocrites who were freaks behind closed doors.  I know of at least one shameful girl “in trouble” with a secret adoption back in the fifties (she rigidly policed her own daughter’s sexual

If I ever get married again (unlikely) it will be a simple ceremony consisting of us and a few friends out in the woods to witness us jump the sword. Literally.

I made jalapeno lemonade (there was a commercial advertising it and I didn't want to go buy it). I don't know if I can ever make regular lemonade again.

Hi everyone! I have some not so great\weird personal shit going on. So a for a while I’ve been fat. A couple of years ago I noticed my tummy get larger. I tend to gain weight in the belly so I just thought I’m getting fatter. Before covid I noticed my belly got even bigger but I just thought I got fatter. Since before

I haaaaaate having my picture taken, so I feel your pain.

Wondering if I should see Black Widow in the theater tomorrow afternoon, or play hooky during a weekday to see it with hopefully a smaller crowd. I’m vaxxed, but still not thrilled at the idea of sitting in a packed theater. How have the crowds been in your area?

Also completely off topic but the next person to harass the transes is getting kicked full strength in the dick. The next politician to ban “critical race theory” is also, getting kicked full strength in the dick.

Jalapeño pesto? I BEG YOUR PARDON?!

Heh, she said “hard”. (Sorry, had to.)

I suggest that most women should make out with me a little bit to make sure they’re actually straight.


Evening darlings, how’s tricks?

***NEWS!***
I have a new job starting September so as of July 22nd I’m finally out of the hell hole. It’s a really exciting role doing what I love with the messed up children I adore AND its a ten-minute commute by bike rather than an hour and a half and 400 bucks/month by public

I cant win when I’m suicidal, I can’t win when I want to live forever. 

They got me right out of the gate with the hotdog in the sleeve sketch. 

as always, the worst part of this show are the 6 episode seasons. i get it, and would probably do the same thing if i had a sketch show, but man! always leaves me wanting more! 

“We don’t have to get permission because the people are dead. They have no souls!”

Odenkirk really nails the fine line between manipulative and sympathetic and I loved the way Tim’s character kept going back and forth.

I think there was a bit more of a somber tone this season - the main difference from last season was on display early on when they revived the “character says different versions of ‘shit’ and ‘fuck’ and ‘cock’ to give viewers a thrill” sketch for the premiere. Rather than staying with a comedic ending, they ended with

Coffin Flop had me in tears. “They’re saying Coffin Flop is not a show. It’s just hours and hours of footage of real people falling out of coffins at funerals. There’s no explanation, just body after body busting out of shit wood and hitting pavement.” Kills me... just the dumbest thinnest premise turned hilarious!

I only watched Season 1 for the first time a few weeks ago, so I feel years behind the Tim Robinson hype, but that featured a few sketches that absolutely slayed me, so I’m getting on this straight away.