discolé monade

i don't understand what you mean by 'ship' mothra and godzilla. 'splain yourself.

hmmm....i think i'll let my 'mental illness' define me. that will surely get me the attention i need on the interwebs.

oh brother.

don't pick your nose while shitposting.

so....you went in... balls deep?

hahahaa noisething. i shall, forevermore call all things of noise in the night, noisething.

do you mean 'the forever wipe'?

well...i have this pre poo spray that i spray even if i'm not pooing. because let's face it. the women's public restroom smells like raw chicken meat mixed with fresh shit and asparagus. well...the ones at evil mart. or ... most places. there are a few decent restrooms...but mostly....nah.

same. XD

XD and people are worried about lack of deoderant. XD

wtf mang? these are OUR shenanigans. walking the streets throwing poppers at randoms... and not white castle..but ben and jerry's. man....you cut me deep.

wait until everyone is out of the restroom. and then get out. of course someone will walk in...so you be like 'omg..people are so damn nasty, i'll find another restroom. the nerve' and storm out in 'angry-karen-seeking-manager' mode.

wow...love mammatus clouds. so eery. and boob like.

all the time. lots of equipment goes by here daily.

fuck you anxiety. and fuck your friend ptsd. shit day, shit thoughts.

that my dear, is the tubsinlet combo. take a nice long soak, work those bowels into submission, do your doody (yeah..i did that), and then wash yo' ass. ugh...this place is SOOOOO uncouth.

so i had a gig in e. los angeles at a corporate rent~a~center type thing. 3 floors, each had restrooms. the employees were primarirly hispanic. the 1st floor was the warehouse/distribution. i couldn't understand why there were do~do tissue in the napkin bin. i asked my boss, and she said, because in mexico folks squat over the toilet, because habit. terrible plumbing in mexico. so, my next trip, i ventured to more....sketchy area of tiajuana, and sure as shit, there is no actual commode...just a hole. same with the next bar...and the one after that. needless to say, i didn't venture to the 1st floor restroom. ever. again. but found some amazing places to hang in mexico.

3. i find that when penning my memoirs, the back of the commode is a most excellent desk. just like sir herrington.

i would love to see/hear them someday. but, i still have to finish those damn turtles. and then mrs. sawdy's effigy, if he still wants it.

wait...is this yours?

you're welcome.

if she were any kind of help, she might suggest that this co~worker look into 'green' design, and/or expanding on that field. but...here we are, she mocking him, and us shaking our heads in disapproval.

there's a patchwork one i'm thinking about getting to carry the yarn/thread around. https://www.danburymint.com/prod/401/1812-0014/Personalized-Patchwork-Tote-Bag?cm_st=2&cm_s=ps%3a1812-0014 *i'm thinking about getting into needlepoint. because of the following: but i digress.

see, this isn't terrible (except that croc pattern) but that's actually not at all terrible. mine is stuff like this https://www.danburymint.com/prod/61F/1781-0011/Starry-Night-by-Jose-Hess

it screams 'old lady raunch'.