tico taco ya ya ya

i figure that if a song doesn’t sting you a bit, you haven’t written it correctly

once, two pufferfish bumped into each other in the inky depths. to this day, both tell stories of that giant, spiky demon they once saw

if there is a god, i do thank him for the existence of smoked salmon

being atheist cannot prepare you for the profoundly religious experience of eating half a bag of semolina onion rings in one sitting at 1am

we WILL get GTA VI before PowerShell finishes launching

i love when i have done something for the first time and i get to compare the memory with the prediction and delight at the differences

i love decontextualised sentiments like “do not recycle” and “always keep away from children”

poetry is what happens when words fuck

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deepthroating the wang

it is very easy to be right when you are stupid

Dyslexic Barbrbablela

cataloguing tapes is certainly one of the ways to spend your time

entering my fax machine era at long last

the upside of having low self-esteem is that when someone inevitably insults you, you’re just glad that someone agrees with you

it’s meow o’clock

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slight bemusement and confusion on a primal level of biblical proportions

you make me SpinRite round right round like a solid state disk (that still benefits from some TLC)