I do love the phrase executive dysfunction bc the image it conjures is of a bunch of people wearing business suits around a long oval conference table arguing with each other to the point where they’re getting into physical fights, but in the background there’s just a big empty whiteboard with a To Do list with one item on it and that item is “take shower”
noooo… my parrot chili bird responds to “bitch” now bc i call her that when she’s being mean. and she thinks its her name so she happily chips and dances when you say bitch and i keep begging her to stop but she thinks my wails are me singing and she just dances more
Ha a lélek vándorlásában hiszünk, el kell fogadnunk hogy ha zenészek voltunk, zenészek maradunk akkor is, ha négy lábbal újraszületünk..
Translation, via Google Translate:
If we believe in the migration of the soul, we have to accept that if we were musicians, we will remain musicians even if we are reborn with four legs.
smoking that shit that makes you cry about the horrors of car-centric infrastructure
hey yeah i get it but youre harshing the vibe rn nobody wants to hear about the irreversible damage that cars have done to North America and the whole world by proxy
showing your girl pictures of nasty ugly parking garages at the function
i misspelled hindrance real bad, guys
this is not a joke or exaggeration but a cry for help btw I’ve been watching 3 hour youtube videos about concrete like I’m somebody’s autistic dad
pov i turn to you in between sets
yeah no sorry I can’t go out tonight I have to read the rest of the 2023 Ford corporate sustainability report no not for a class I’m just nosey
no babe I thought it was hot that you got into and won a debate with my dad about the viability of high speed rail in north america
listen I’m sorry that your dad went home, researched highspeed rail, and started the argument with you again when I wasn’t there umm no I’m not going to apologize no I actually umm yeah I’ve been brushing up on my talking points sorry but bob doesn’t stand a fucking chance he can meet me in the market place of ideas
my wife tried taking a nice photo of our beloved cat, Compact Disc. unfortunately she chose that moment to be possessed by the Ghost of Tom Clancy’s Splinter Cell
Put those bright green peepers away, you’re going to scare the neighbors.!
here’s a picture I drew of CD like a year ago
Beloved picture of Compact Disc the Cat
i see your Compact Disc and i raise Micolash, Host of the Nightmare
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