Both Brokeback Mountain Cowboys were Bi.
Carey Grant, Bi.
James Dean, Bi.
George Michael, Bi.

That's because we make fun of the Poms that call 'em "crisps" and we have WAY too much MurcaSpeak in our cultural vernacular.

September has been blue as long as I can remember. It's got some green in it, so not a pure blue, but mostly blue.

June gets to be purple because of the song, thenkyewberrrymooch.

Straya uses a Oh So Easy regular scientific system, but we still understand all the Murcan ways and just rename them to fuck with y'all.

"How many feet in a mile?"
"Easy. 1760 Joeyhops."
"Boiling point?"
"212 Bubblypops."
"Inches in a foot?"
"Yeah nah, ya fuckin' cunt."

Due to my continued usage of catch-phrases and perpetual wearing of an aviator's cap, they already think that.

But... this funeral thing might seal the deal. I'm in, you Magnificent Bastard, I'm IN.

DONE! C'mere.

Oh, and sorry for not showering, you sorta sprung this one on me. And no, that doesn't mean I'm not hanging on as long this time.

Geezusfuck, I laughed. Like, out loud. I laughed out loud.

Full Disclosure: I am, literally, still laughing out loud, though I'm now wishing there was a shorter way of saying that.

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Full Disclosure: I read this as "I'm just the hero to make you pee your pants..."

And I figure that still tracks.

I made the mistake of reading @sinker1234.bsky.social's feed.

I'm still not 100% convinced it's not AI.

Then again, I'm not 100% that I'm not either. But at least I, like Weederington here, am fucking hilarious.

I'll sing you a ballad for some... Greek... salad?

Fuck it, here to see if @granttanaka.bsky.social does or not.

AT A TIME?! Fuck me.

Mate, I'd be hella interested in slicing through to that piece of history, just to find ANYWHERE that something was settled with a dick-measuring contest.

I mean, fuck yeah, let's get real.