Me: "Woah, I'm doing pretty good saving some money up. I hope one of my tires doesn't blow or something"

My car tire:

Tattoos don't have to mean anything. All my tattoos mean I had money left over after rent and impulse control problems.

I left my dog at the groomers and it came home with warped tour tickets.

I fantasize about owning a gun a lot but it's only every because I dream of mag dumping into my work pc or other inanimate things.

I'm in an amature pogo stick league but we're on the path to going progo

I can spend weeks searching and following content I actually want to see then scroll by a raven cosplay too slow and watch a mini fig painting one time and my fyp irrevocably turns to nothing but chubby goth girls dancing and incel war heros.

Mideveal Doom has the same vibe as American guys getting really into fictional viking garbage.

I'm expected to make noise during sex but she won't let me keep the bag she used for her foot peel.

My girlfriend on a tiktok break while playing persona 5 so chores are to either 45 minutes of a haunting choral track or and acid jazz bop

Drake rapping in spanglish to secure an invite to the quinceanera

When you eat lengua do cow ghosts taste butt hole?

Bout to pop off and repost all the tweets that missed to an even smaller audience.

"Woah this album is 25 years old how is that possible how did that happen?!"
That's the linear progression of time, tired ass commentary.

The milk was bad.