all that stands between me and the void is one to two hours of shit tv a night

i get back from running in the park and i deliver my morning dog report in full and at length

desperately upset that the @secondgentleman handle is taken

i like the nervous host energy of the guy who wipes down the mic and lectern. do you want any more drinks? sorry the house is a real mess i didn't have much warning ahahaha

npm install logs being like wow this blew up here's my soundcloud and onlyfans support open source

cursed is the ground for thy sake; in sorrow shalt thou eat of it all the days of thy life; every time you try and change the bin the bag will be a bit small and will rip a bit

well look at you all stressed out and nowhere to go

watching them play gwent. throwing my beer and popcorn at the tv when the call's bullshit

running far enough that all the bits of my body fall off until im a head in a bin

the real victim of all of this is jack, who has to see himself in the facetime preview far more than he'd like