I’m puting a hot poker in each of my eyes. Jesus.
I like code.
I’m puting a hot poker in each of my eyes. Jesus.
Shit. That’s a big oops. Been a very long day.
Holding out for the Anne Frank Trapper Keeper phone.
Unholy Confessions In My Ass
Saddest day of my life not being able to get a hotdog without a card. Woman literally laughed in my face and said well if you’re too cheap… I wanted to go home and sic my wife on her. But I’m petty like that. A month a ago and I’m still so but hurt. Like why insult me and my finances?
I love you already. Favorite authors? Ray Bradbury and Arthur C Clark.
Old ass musty smelling paperback. 50’s and old racist 60’s sci-fi books smell best. I have a problem.
I was a manager. It made me a bastard. I went back to coding.
Hate the player not the game.
You better hope your sweet candy ass you have lasagna reserves on hand.
We are witnessing a hate crime.
Where I’m from smoke follows beauty. Americans are pretty vain.
I appreciate this. Can I have a listen? I also make music… Sometimes.
TRS 80 sans disk drive. My school library and local library had BASIC programs in the books. I’m now a SR Software Engineer. Wild. My first phone couldn’t even text… Whatever it was.
Are you me?
Tandy… Kings Quest. So good. California Games. I miss how simple life used to be.
In the immortal words of NOFX clams have feelings too.
I was visiting Ukraine for work for about a month. Me and my coworker found ourselves at a country bar… Bit weird. We were wasted. Dudes have ar 15s out front as bouncers. Too many drinks led to a five alarm fire in my bowels. The weird fish early on didn’t help I’m sure. Found a stall just in time. Unload. No toilet paper. I wiped with the local currency. I’m so ashamed to this day. This was around 2019. I’m a shit american.