man there's nothing quite like wiggling WiFi antennae at random, turning 25Mbps into 45Mbps

feel like I'm a wizard attuning a crystal made of virgin spunk to the channel of lascivity in the venereal aether

promiscuous mode indeed

killing with my mind the lady who kept insistently pulling on the handle of the locked public washroom door despite my protests of “sorry, occupied.” like 6 times. are you a child. do you understand how shitting works

engaging my enemies in a game of Berwick Bingo

mmm m'balls

you ever just lay in bed and have your legs like

o_/\

and then you wiggle them back and forth and your muscles hangin off your bones flap about and you're like oooh. ooooooh that's Feeling. i *am* meat.

here's to the real ones. the innovators. the reckless pursuers of greatness. nestled in the gentle folds of fast-growing tissue are the mavericks that reject the groupthink of collectivist apoptosis and show us what it truly means to be a cell,

why is it called the midriff? are there other riffs?

Eunuch Advisor to the Comptess de Ldo:
you can do better than the Fleshlight Lord, your Highness