sphenoid@lemmy.worldtoLemmy Shitpost@lemmy.world•It's a Sunday night in 1990, Mom's making pizza rolls and you're sippin' on a capri sun in your jam jams when this comes on the TV
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1 year agoThe quality of his incoherent ramblings are truly breathtaking.
I have no idea what the fuck he is talking about, and yet I believe in his message with all of my heart. I want him to take me in his muscley arms and squeeze me to death until my soul is fused with his forever
I’m on the third day of a soul crushing migraine. I don’t even care about feeling normal anymore. Just getting to “Shitty” would be a huge improvement