We just need some space 🚀

Why I’m a big fan of science fiction. Most is a subtle message or warning about humanity.

That’s brutal. Was this cosmetic or to breath better?

lock clicks on the barn door
Well well, looks like it’s just you, me, and this probe.

Well it was a cucumber.

It was hard to find Putin Musk Epstein ICE agents with their ass spread open. 🤷

Because I work at a preschool.

How about bamboo?

B.J. Nom Nom is a prolific writer with such and extensive library of work.

https://www.bjnomnom.com/

Skooma is one hell of a drug.

Eternal life suckling from the creature.

Forced alone. Ejected from the creature.

Dim lights. Gentle embrace. The creature.

I wiped. Then noticed the creature.

The creature filed taxes. Again. Incorrectly.

I brought chips. So did the creature.

We hugged. The creature erect. Alarming.

The creature moaned. My kneecaps buckled.

I found out because of my bipolar disorder if I take Lexapro or most SSRI’s I gain the endurance and attitude of the Kool aid man and Randy Savage for like 2-3 days straight.

Randy Man? Kool Savage?

Also gotta watch the caffeine intake

If it’s in space sure, but what if it’s on a person.

Well Uncle Mort did say he’s looking for his own place soon. Just recently we gave him a bit of cash to buy a suit so he can go job hunting. We do think it’s odd that his job interviews are always on Saturday nights downtown.

Come to think of I don’t remember seeing his new suit. Uh oh…

I do feel like a dick sitting in my office going “oh my fingies is cold, burrr” in the middle of summer watching the laborers at the office building nextdoor tarring a new roof in the baking sun.

I’d like to not even know about it.

But Wednesday is like having an uncle you looked up to when you were young. But now he comes back as an alcoholic who lost his apartment and is staying with your family and you’re both older now and both changed.

You can’t avoid him when you visit your family because he’s rooting through the fridge in his stained tightly whities well your sitting there trying to have coffee at the kitchen table. You’d like to ignore him and remember the fun uncle of your youth, but there he is constantly digging in his ass and sniffing his fingers in your presence. So you feel like you might need to say a little something about his change. Like what the fuck happened to uncle Mort? I used to love Uncle Mort.

Wednesday is scratching her balls in front of me all the time retelling stories differently than how I remembered them. It’s a lot for me to take in. I’d rather remember them when I liked them.

I refuse to believe anything from the new Wednesday as canon. That bullshit is just using the Addams Family to sell dipping sauces at Wendy’s.

Therefore the hands fucked.

OH JESUS!

Ah yes, three fine specimens of Aryan perfection. What a group of fucking gooners.

Cover your butt hole