That’s a fair assessment. However, I personally, am at my limit of awful things I’m able to carry around with me currently. Best I can muster is a “fuck this silly hat wearing asshole” at present.

Ah well good thing I don’t particularly give a shit what some guy in an (admittedly) awesome party hat thinks about me, as a vagina owner.

Jesus he’s still alive?!

I WFH and I do the “business mullet”. Acceptable shirt + pajama pants. Business on top, nap on the bottom.

I can’t believe he didn’t see this coming.

Chri-Chri La Meatball. You know what, I’ll take it.

No refunds!

Anyone got a betting pool going yet for when this guy falls out a window?

Sometimes I think my life would make more sense if I were in a Heironymous Bosch painting.

Daily scooping, silica gel litter. Unless you see them you can’t tell I have cats. Even my mom doesn’t complain. Silica gel litter is god’s gift to cat parents.