macy (gay version)

i just horsed my jorts

millions of future time travellers simultaneously arriving on dec 31 1969 and waiting breathlessly to watch every historical event due to a poorly written database migration

dialling up

getting a lower back tattoo of my espresso machine’s portafilter, call that a tamp stamp

do you think doctor noonien soong gave data and lore the same size junk? what if the reason lore was evil was jealousy of data’s massive yogurt cannon

having fun running through the mental checklist of “what could be causing my splitting headache right now?”