John. (Poet) Rated "good egg" by Becky, Baroness of Bunzy.
uskiwi.bsky.social
John. (Poet) Rated "good egg" by Becky, Baroness of Bunzy.
@uskiwi.bsky.social
I'm an unapologetic asshole. Sorry about that.
Outing idiocy wherever I can, even if it's only in the mirror. Critical Care RN. Lib. He/Him.
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Solid advice, Mike.
November 7, 2024 at 4:49 PM
Measurements in your house must be messy.
September 17, 2024 at 11:58 PM
I wish I had a drawer like that, and even if I was in a position to worry about capital gains taxes, I wouldn't.
September 17, 2024 at 11:56 PM
Mike, if you ain't an immigrant, then I believe that's *my* breakfast you're eating.
September 11, 2024 at 5:11 PM
The puritanical filters are my best friends. I'll take the real you any day.
September 11, 2024 at 4:50 PM
I don't know what it is, Becky, and I'm already nodding furiously.
August 16, 2024 at 12:44 AM
Tears
August 11, 2024 at 8:11 AM
The family looked back on their trips to Sea World and remembered Daddy's excitement.

Usha, drying her eyes with a couch doiley, recalled how he'd cut up the inner tube of a tyre and thrashed around in the bath, shouting for more fish.

Honestly, I was happy he'd finally moved on from furniture.
July 27, 2024 at 2:35 PM
Vance just crashed.

In a paddling pool with a squeaky toy and a glove full of tuna.
July 27, 2024 at 2:18 PM
How does Vance like his Turkey?

Like his couches. With extra stuffing.
July 27, 2024 at 2:14 PM
His parents are probably blaming themselves for letting him watch Flipper alone in his room with the door locked.

"We thought he was making seal noises because he liked the show," his mother said before bursting into tears.
July 27, 2024 at 2:06 PM
I don't know, but Vance wanted to.
July 27, 2024 at 1:54 PM
Put a bra on, dude, before Vance thinks you're a couch.
July 25, 2024 at 8:59 AM
Yet he fully subscribes to his own.

Fucking overboiled yam.
July 25, 2024 at 8:58 AM
And them taters ain't soaking in mayo.
July 23, 2024 at 4:27 PM
Sorry to break this to you, but it's no longer Happy Monday. Until further notice, and as a direct result of your post, it's going to be known as ecstatic Monday.
July 22, 2024 at 7:01 PM
Elon is what happens when someone rubs a lamp and wishes for sentient shit.
July 20, 2024 at 8:44 PM
Everyone paid in stock options ugly crying rn
July 20, 2024 at 7:09 PM
Ironically, the shooter would probably be wearing one and still be dumb enough not to realise.
July 19, 2024 at 2:58 PM
Then his pants to reveal his undersized wang also tracks.
July 19, 2024 at 2:51 PM
I'm sending you the meeting invite now!
July 19, 2024 at 2:50 PM