Yes. Yes. Your mind shall be ripped from the mooringa of sanity. Don't look a way little one. Oh no no. The full horror of that jar of red currant jam in a fried rice recipe will soon be made delectably, monstrously clear. Feast. Feast on the suffering.
I ALMOST gave in to the urge to horny post on main here. But I decided that @coyotl.bsky.social and others would probably appreciate not seeing me in my underwear.
Alright. I do believe its time for a BEER.
Tonight I have Black Raven Brewing's pilsner beer.
Do like a nicely crafted pilsner if I'm being honest. And this is pretty tasty. "Crisp" is the word.
Don't usually get involved in this kind of discourse, but if you think "Old guy who occasionally stutters" is as bad or worse than "Literal orange nazi" you uhhhh...yeah...you might wanna rethink some things.*
*Don't bother "yeah but"-ing me. I'll probably just block you at this point.
The bartender says "sorry, we don't serve faster than light particles here."
Two tachyons walk into a bar.
The punchline comes before the joke
You know what the worst thing about time travel jokes is?
Sometimes...every once in a while, the guy who used to start fights and enjoyed beating people with sticks tries to peek his head out and tell me that just being a violent jerk is the solution to my people problems. I try to remind him we are in our 50's now and fat and soft. He doesn't listen.
Parking lot at work is empty today. I've been here for 2 hours and haven't seen a single soul. Why am I here again? This could have just been a day off.
