MY PUSSYIN BIO bots are like the house spiders of this app to me now. Existing alongside. Not bothering me. If they catch a man’s credit card info, well then that’s just their nature.
give a man a fish and you feed him for a day; teach a woman to fish and men will ask her who holds the record for catching a 138lb 6oz bass in 1969 for a lifetime
me, as a child: *walks into the kitchen covered in my own blood holding a rabbit I fought from a hawk*
my mom, on the phone: *mouthing* I’m on the phone
aquarium security noticing my bump: how far along are you?
me: excuse me?!
octopus under my shirt: *jabs gun in my side a little harder*
me: OW I MEAN 5 MONTHS!
my daughter once painted me a flesh snowman as a joke and wanted to get rid of it, but instead I hang it up every Christmas because it’s important to teach kids about committing to a bit
her: kids grow up so fast these days
me: I know, it was scary when I asked my daughter how old she was and she held up three fingers
her: exactly!
me: she wouldn’t tell me where she found them
The Terminator: I need your clothes
Me: no problem *unbuttons skinny jeans and lays down* pull
The Terminator: ok this isn’t going to work
Me: *holding up a leg* PULL
fridge guy: I’m going to make a box that keeps food cold
freezer friend: imma make an even colder box
fridge guy: mine will fit a lot of food, and have a light to see it all
freezer friend: .... nah fuck that part
executioner: any last words?
me: I beg your pardon
executioner: any last words?
me: I beg your pardon
executioner: any last words?
me: I beg your pardon
executioner: any last words?
me: I beg your pardon
executioner: any last words?
me: I beg your pardon
me, holding a banana pretending to talk on the phone: haha it’s for you
daughter: no I have my own banana
me: haha I know but its like a phone
daughter: how
anyone: hey I like you
me:
[huddle]
my head: they think they like us
anxiety: they don’t know us
depression: do we even know us
Foreigner: I wanna know what love is
self awareness: ok we look weird right now
me, as a child: you must love cooking
lunch lady: *hands me a tray* nope
me: you must love kids then
lunch lady: *ashes her cig in my mashed potatoes* nope
@bobby
@lanyardigan
years ago, another mom saw me juggling four kids at the haircut place and on her way out she said “I see you, mama” and I levitated.
him, leaving for work: we still need to talk about your soap opera addiction
me: *walks away and stares out the window as the rain starts to fall* just go