British people describe good food like it’s their nana: Lovely. Quite nice. We describe ours like it’s the whore down the street we pay to do wild shit: This fucks. This slaps. She put her foot in it.

The second I posted my last post, my feed switched to 100% artwork. Nice work blewski

Bluesky: “what are you interested in?”

Me: “artwork”

Bluesky: “best I can do is political headlines”

Sweet. Glad I’m on this fuckin loser pile.

You’re boring af. Put your dog on the app pls.

To be fair, it’s real name is actually “The Gulf of file your fucking taxes you disgusting payslave, Get to work Coinmonkey rent is due next week.”

Apparently some people think I’m the insecurity Clydesdale. Giving out hayrides to the inept and morbidly stupid.

Not sure if I am the turd, or the world’s shitty buttcheeks.

My hobby is bludgeoning the status-quo with micro-disappointments.

One more coffee away from a becoming violent, naked tornado of backfat, cock, and ribs.