It’s me, cos I’m shit.

He cannot sanction his buffoonery.

I think I saw that one. It’s the one where Ricker sits down on a chair like he’s mounting a small horse.

So at least some balloons? Maybe some of those little flags to wave.

Wait, is Bowie sexy or are the goblins sexy?

So right at the end?

A similar thing happened in the UK , the tax man got narky with a food manufacturer over a cake/biscuit (cookie for our American friends) distinction. Cakes and biscuits are taxed differently.

This little blog-post thing explains it better than I could.

https://www.astonshaw.co.uk/jaffa-cake-tax/

I wonder if shaft shifting would fuck with your sense of self too much. Who actually are you if you can be anyone?

just call me …

Al?

Isn’t that where Nate Dogg hooked a left and saw some brothers shootin’ dice?

Now kith.

I wonder if he saw an angel.

There is some short story about all people being one being living every human life that ever will be and that when they are done they will be born as a God or some other elevated being.

The Egg by Andy Weir.

Ah yes, Pitch Black era Vin Diesel. Or one of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

Apparently I don’t know. 🙁

For the trumpet to affect his height… Did he wear it as a hat?

A once in a generation voice of pure velvety chocolate. No shame there.