Colin Robinson deserves his own razor

Oh wow. Both are absolutely amazing!

Someday the hope is very quiet and others the despair is so deep that I suffocate in its presence.

Other days the hope is so loud that I cry in joy and the despair hides from it.

Not I.

Mine is a jumbled fun time of like two songs playing at once, whatever new phrase I like, a running to do list, a thought of what I should be doing, a random voice talking about hope, another voice talking about despair, cat images, and a dial tone.

You know, standard inner monologue.

It has become less fun after folks left because not sexual things were being labeled as sexual content, or when they went on a banning of Trans folks.

I'm not friends with your house. I'm friends with you and all the vampires.

But I can make a list of things I noticed aren't clean from when I was there on Wednesday, if you'd like.

1. The paper towel roll that was unraveled from the yellow chair under the whole of the kitchen table.

DID YOU JUST ASK THIS AUTISTIC VIRGO TO BE MORE JUDGY.

OWEN, YOU DO NOT KNOW WHAT YOU ARE ASKING FOR.

Here is Achilles stealing my snack.

How did you get this 😳 cause that is almost bar for bar what I thought.

Like I know I know Wizards has been up to some shady shit but I didnt think I had missed them being cozy with Trump

Oh, heavens no.

My brain has the acronym of mtg as magic the gathering since like '99.

How dare this bigot try to subvert a beloved card game.

I want to put one of those tiny jars of jams on their car.

Of course Nandor would need the straight jacket and the murder mitten gloves