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.

New pfp--Deux jours

Landed on the wrong exoplanet

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normal day in the argonne

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Freeeeee birrrrrrd yeaahh (insert guitar riff here)

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

Ice

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