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helplessduck
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Control issues and perfectionism are among my many neuroses. Twitter Diaspora. I swear a lot. I do drugs (the good kind). I'm a socialist. I studied art in school. Beyond that: US Politics, environmental conservation, mental health, organic gardening, and my employer Ramses, That Damn Cat. Sometimes I have really shitty takes. He/Him/Michael/Arrogant jackass. Header Image: Black Bar Avatar: Ridiculous DALL E generated artificial duck. Full #AltText description on pinned post.

They haven’t cleaned the new apartment. 🤦🏼‍♂️

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For instance, this hella beat up ringer celebrating Italy. The rings are frayed and split. The screen print of "Italia" and the Italian Flag is faded from being put in a dryer for years and years...

Fun story. Everyone thinks these shirts are valuable or important or something.

The world is literally overrun with rubes.

(It's better than the other kinds of screaming.)

*abject screaming*

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Honestly, I think she needs something that cuffs a little higher on the wrist.

If I never have to read about "veepstakes" again for the rest of my life, I think I'll be able to die happy.

#USPol

A dock collapsed at Story Island!

Ten people were injured.

Replying to Avatar helplessduck

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Since you refuse to admit fault, the cows have retained me as general counsel. I can no longer comment outside of the statement they've released: "We'll see you at the effing Hague." (Cows, apparently, do not swear?)

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And isn't 20 grand a little excessive for a fence?

I get that it's a mile long, but isn't it just posts and pulling wire?

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Since you refuse to admit fault, the cows have retained me as general counsel. I can no longer comment outside of the statement they've released: "We'll see you at the effing Hague." (Cows, apparently, do not swear?)

A masked future is actually better for me. I can hide my constant, resting sneer. Throw in a hat and giant sunglasses and those morons at the market wont even know how hard I'm judging them for breathing near my produce.

Mom says thanks, everyone.

It sounded like a dump truck driving over a thousand sheets of bubble wrap, but it felt so good.

To gather a sword without knowing the enemy is a path to failure.

It hasn't even begun and I already hate it.