Also this:

Bruh, there are so many mutelists I'm subscribed to. I probably would never know if he even dreamt about touching this platform with his grimey spray tan hands.

Tremors. I was convinced that if I stepped on dirt, I'd die.

Thanks, this skeet made me audibly snort.

But I already go outside... are you telling me I'm the only one? Dear god.... 😐

Y'know, that makes a lot of sense. Can't believe Twitter is now a pay to win battle Royale.

Entire thing is some sort of fucked up clown Fiesta.

Doing the best I can. Definitely does not help that I was stoned off my gourd when I found him.