InsaneFox

Yeah. I’m on antibiotics, steroids, among other things to combat an infection. So I’m probably not drinking enough water. Sleep has been all over the place.

Eh. Can’t focus. Trying to watch a show. And I’m just half here right now.

Eh. I’m normally used to it. I just don’t feel well, and I can’t drink alcohol for another 12 days, so there’s nothing to do about it.

Truth.

I’m pretty fucking alone right now.

Get it! 🍆🍆🍆

Eh, only worry about the bright side of yourself, is what I would say if my opinion mattered.

That’s presumptuous to assume that titty size = an upgrade. Small titty girls are just fine too.

Yeah. It’s nice when the split ends well. Makes it easier to move on, I hear.

Nothing like cries for attention on a Sunday afternoon to prepare you for the work week.

Probably. I do that.

Wasn't that a thing at some point?

He can be, I'll go find my trusty eye poker.

Same character.

There was once this cool guy named Odin. He lost his eye but he has some birds and wolves and shit. The end.

Master level chess players burn as many calories as professional athletes.

Boring day. Wasn’t thinking I would get a L story today but Beech Fuckin’ Grove did not disappoint. Little old hunchbacked lady in the pump aisle, corner of the store: *grunting and moaning in complaint* Me: Something I can help you with today? Lady: I n-need the caramel candies. The crunchy ones. Me: Uh, well, we don’t have any candy back here... but—. Lady: It’s always back here! This is why I come to Lowes! Me: Well, we have some snack candies by the registers... Lady, who I’m slowly becoming convinced is an actual witch: Tell me the quickest way to the caramel candies. Me: How about I just walk you up there? Witch(?) and I awkwardly shamble up to the front register, the which making indecipherable comments as we pass the halloween decorations, something to do with candy, probably. Me (arriving at the registers): *finds the cashier* Hey, do we have any caramel candies? Like the worthers or something? Witch: NOT THE WORTHERS, THE KRAFT ONES! Cashier: I don’t think we have any, but I can show you the halloween candies over here. Me: *ninja vanishes behind a throng of customers, fleeing before I can be cursed*

Control the three, control the world.

You want me to kill somebody?

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That’s about it. I think.

Futurama?

Pat and I know each other Biblically.

I mean. Yes, he may want you to sit on his face. But it’s a two person game and it’s gotta be fun for everybody. Consent is required.