Kinda sucks that there’s nothing good about anything.
Trying in vain, of course.
I should get hero pay for continuing to exist.
“Who hurt you?”
How much fuckin’ time do ya got?
Not to be confused with “summer hours penis,” i.e., a penis that takes Fridays off from June through September.
Reality tolerance at an all-time low.
I’ve basically spent the last three years attempting to derive some enjoyment out of life in a universe that seems vehemently opposed to me enjoying anything.
The Card
The Card
The Card
The Card
The Card
Both. On a continuous loop for the last three years. (And thank you for asking.)
The Card
May you never be as afraid of anything as streamers are of password sharing.
