A broken man, obsessed with 500 year old Mexican culture.
1982 was a banger year for video games:
DigDug Mrs. Pacman Tron Q*bert Joust
The list keeps going.
Happiness is for pussies.
Frankie from The Goon comics.
In my twenties life was a continual slog in a cycle of disappointment and desperation. That gave me something I could “steel myself” with.
You’re literally a century too late for that conspiracy.
This is a smoke screen. They’re going to seize the Everett True comics. SCATTER!!!
I do confirm that cigarettes taste awful now.
I’m going to tell you what worked for me. There’s a very good chance you’ll hate it and I will get flak.
Cold Turkey.
You physically stop yourself from purchasing cigarettes and not ask for them in social situations. You make a line in the sand and never cross that point again.
I will become the Wizard Lord of Fisher Price Keep!
Mexico. I like the place and the people despite not knowing a lot of Spanish. It would be repugnant if it was an English instance, but I’d appreciate it.
That hit a little too hard.
Itzcoatl
Axayacatl
Axochitl
I’m not picky.
I’m a vegetarian so I want either a golden apple or an apple from Eden.
My grandparents used to live there, because quote, “Lubbock is too big of a city”. Abilene was misery to visit.
Marcus Aurelius’ “Meditations” really gave me perspective.
Have a straw in a restaurant.
How much time it takes for somebody in front of me in line to complete whatever the line is about.
Crying and covered in blood.
If you work from home set up alarms on your phone for your regularly scheduled meetings 5 minutes before they occur.
Why did you post AI garbage?
Purchasing a white noise machine was one of the greatest decisions of my life.