GuyBeardmane

NOW how am I gonna fuck a russian bot?

Aren't all the user names white, though? Or an extremely light grey, at least.

Yeah man, that's fucked. Like, mega fucked.

Naturally.

Look, man, if this russian bot is dtf, then it's gravy under the bridge.

Why the kink shaming, though?

Good talk.

Why shop at all, then?

See, at least I asked to watch first. It's rude to just walk in.

Don't-a forget the pizza pie.

Do they typically use each other's crotches as pillows?

Nah dude. Puppets are evil. Puppet handlers are just the first victims.

I mean I can understand the reasoning, as I don't think clowns are scary at all and think they're pretty swell. But man. You're so wrong. Puppets are just evil.

Yeah, fuck those guys right out.

Yeah, mosdef. Just like marionettes are the highest tier of puppets.

Gonzo is a pretty cool guy. eh shoots himself from a cannon and doesn't afraid of anything.

On a scale of scariest to not very scary at all, Puppets rate highest, followed by Dolls, and then Mannequins with Heads. Everything else, from vampires to clowns to zombies to corgi puppers, doesn't rate highly enough to compare. Muppets are excluded from the category of puppets, because Kermit is rad af.

If you haven't already, start filling out applications for new jobs. You're more hire-able if you're currently employed. If your job is getting to the point where you dread going in and you're depressed about it, you need to move on.

That place went bankrupt and got bought out in 02. It's now Six Flags over the Pit in my Basement.

It's not really a ghost story but it's the closest I have. I was hanging out with a friend of mine and she was having a bit of stress and wanted to take a walk. Tells me that she usually walks down this road across the street from her apartment and circles back, but it passes a graveyard and it's after midnight at this point. We go for the walk and the entire time I'm taking the piss out of her, saying "ooh, we're gonna see a spooky ghost oooOOOooo" and we're laughing about it, but we both freeze like 500 feet away from the graveyard because we're staring at a weird thing just fluttering in the wind and hovering over the graves. After what felt like forever but was only a second or two it clicks that it's the flag on the flagpole looking faded out because of the yellow street light. We both laugh it off but didn't say a damn thing about ghosts after that.

I just wait. I distract myself with movies, YouTube, outside things, and at the same time I sit inside my head and talk myself through things, try to look at the situations or people that make me rage from an outside perspective, and come to the conclusion that the rage doesn't help me with anything.