Yes, this is a fake story, but also, yes, this guy shouldn't be the candidate and his appointment at this early stage can certainly avoid being fait accompli.

Actually, I’ve explained this MANY TIMES

This generation of Black ppl vote MORE than any generation since we got the right to vote

But after the 1st Black was elected, WHITE PPL began turning out in historic numbers to vote for Trump. As this graph CLEARLY shows…

The “crisis” is white people.

TULUM!

Cool. My electric mixer stirs faster than my finger

I've now seen two extremely wrong opinions in a row from people I respect immensely because of this concept and both opinions are potato based.

The fact that you have this saved for her every time!

knockin all this shit over

You have become one of my favorite minds to read, whether it's in print or on BlueSky, and I'm so glad to have found your work here... That your beautiful brain exists in this world and still does.

Osamu Kitajima Feat. Phil Perry & Rena Scott "Say You Will" YouTube video by PhillyDavesSoul

When I'm set to fuck up somebody's afternoon on my radio show (halfway fits your vibe already), I drop this Osamu Kitajima, Phil Perry & Rena Scott tune...

This video lights up the same parts of my brain that porn does

By the last three or four paragraphs of this piece, I didn't expect to be totally knocked the fuck over by poignancy, because God damn!

Just broke the bowl on my bong and now I immediately miss bong hits

The kind of situation where one isn't quite sure which is hotter-- winning or losing

Devastated 💔

a powerful reminder of the grotesqueness of man's sinful nature, thank u sonic

It feels more like he learned nothing at all from that moment two decades ago.

I had someone scrutinize the legitimacy of my ID this weekend over brunch while I bopped in my seat to the "Boot Scootin' Boogie" (a song to which I square danced in third grade as part of a long lost, Henry Ford-lobbied P.E. curriculum) just minutes later. Egregious!

I don't believe in carding in any establishment with an easily recognizable playlist from at the earliest the early 2000s upon which to test patrons.

Playlist! (Deleting the original post shortly)

I had someone scrutinize the legitimacy of my ID this weekend over brunch while I bopped in my seat to the "Boot Scootin' Boogie" (a song to which I square danced in third grade as part of a long lost, Henry Ford-lobbied P.E. curriculum) just minutes later. Egregious!

Having finally filled my taxes for the first time in years (sshhh, don't tell nobody) in the middle of a marathon work week, I'm feeling very much like an adult.

I've been forgetting to post to the BlueSky account all week since we started. Also, I should call you at some point soon.

I yearn to find someone who sees me and calls me a fucking nerd and give me a noogie as much as I want to do to all my friends whose brains I love and want to call a fucking nerd and give them noogies.

*That's* what you pick?!

I'm sorry, what? (Heads to my inbox to see if there's already a promo in there)

*checks notes* oh shit I haven’t been taking notes, where are my notes

ADH seated on a brown & white patterned chair wearing an outfit of assorted pinks and purples.

Yes, I'm wearing the same clothes to work on Monday that I wore yesterday. This Easter fit works!

Hey nineteen, that's Carlos Dengler
She don't remember the Interpol

Why are so many of Portland's postal workers incredibly hot?