Mostly just stopped me from sharing such insights as "my armpit stinks like grapefruit tastes"
Mostly just stopped me from sharing such insights as "my armpit stinks like grapefruit tastes"
Find me on HF spinning the dial and shouting "FIVE-NINE, PAPA ECHO" repeatedly with increasing levels of desperation.
Find me on HF spinning the dial and shouting "FIVE-NINE, PAPA ECHO" repeatedly with increasing levels of desperation.
I'll probably survive the apocalypse.
I'll probably survive the apocalypse.
Only feels like a desperate position until I consider just how quickly I could pivot to weaponized incompetence.
Only feels like a desperate position until I consider just how quickly I could pivot to weaponized incompetence.
Winter of flight simmin' is back on track.
Winter of flight simmin' is back on track.
What a blunder. A disgrace.
What a blunder. A disgrace.
Busy enough to grab some falafel on the run. Fucking rad.
Busy enough to grab some falafel on the run. Fucking rad.