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I imagined myself inside a raccoon. I am now Mario. The world is OK again.
(Yes I know it’s a tanooki. Cut me some slack)
Thanks, I needed that.
Great, now I’m asleep.
Implying that doomscrollers talk (shout? sing? moan?) and doomscroll at the same time. Who does that?
To me, shut the fuck up was for my brain not my mouth.
I, too, like me some good ol’ Fukitol every now and then.
This is the dumbest fuckin advice. “having terrible disease symptoms?” just ignore them and dont see a doctor type shit.


