After a particular sports event a number of years ago, it was noted that reports of spousal abuse increased significantly that night. This is very sad.

I’m 50 and get posts from OnlyFans accounts and advertising for kegels exercises, mixed in with woodworking videos. I blame all the other men out there. No wonder I don’t use social media much anymore. I just want to see my friend’s and family’s pics/vids.

That’s a perfectly legitimate way to interpret the text, and might even be true.

This reminds me of the ambulance scene from the movie Redirected.

Love and Death on Long Island. This was a completely random, blind watch in a theatre. I’d read nothing about it, or even seen a trailer. I was fascinated from start to finish. Completely surprised me in a good way.

I watched. I cried. The feels!

I went home with a lady friend, who invited me into her bed, then said that we’re not going to do anything. So, I didn’t even try, and we just talked and cuddled. FF to two years later, and we start dating, and she questioned why I didn’t try anything that night. Like, duh. A lady says no, it means no. That is what I’ve had drilled into me as a male since I was a very young age. I’m so damn scared of being called for sexual harassment.

But, I like porn.

Sheep. Baaa.

I find it weird that a large percentage of the people going on strike voted for the current government.

That ain’t no baby. That is a leprecaun.

I’ll be there at New Years. One of my favourite places to be. It’s remote, beautiful, you can see seals playing in the surf or resting in that cave. I’m just a dumb ass for moving to a country literally on the other side of the world, so it’s far-king expensive for me to get there now.

Sounds like a Finnish song.

Life is sad, and there are fewer options, when you drink decaf. It’s all I can get at work, while the big, sophiscated coffee machine, with all it’s flashy buttons, is dedicated to grinding life giving caffeinated beans to the masses.