Landed on the wrong exoplanet

Freeeeee birrrrrrd yeaahh (insert guitar riff here)

My fatass saw a small assortment of chocolates on the counter of my humble abode, immediately scarfed down one without a semblance of a second thought, and read the microscopic label stating it was alcoholic. Whoopsies.

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Hallo, folksies! Here's a lovely word of the year uttered wholeheartedly by yours truly!

I don’t know what to put here but Funne

Me venting my eternal and insatiable yearning for cuddles to my friends for absolutely no reason be like

Now that the Earth is about to finalize a complete revolution around our solar celestial body, we may fire hazardous explosives into the atmosphere, consume intoxicating substances, and engage in other lackadaisical festivities !!

normal day in the argonne