Is Your Husband Pooping or Building the First Working Model of a Commuter Spaceship?
Does he have his phone? A) Yes and he’s very active on a thread about sending things down "The Alaska Pipeline." B) Negative. There’s no 5G in 0g.
Does he have his phone? A) Yes and he’s very active on a thread about sending things down "The Alaska Pipeline." B) Negative. There’s no 5G in 0g.
You’ve sworn you’ve heard the unmistakable “thunk” of a peg-leg issuing from their mic on more than one Zoom call.
I scroll through my Venmo feed with fervor, finding out more about your lives from a cash app than I do from the photos you share on Instagram.
You should be begging on your hands and knees for help. Pathetic. And deep down, you’re scared.
I lost motivation for my role of being the embodiment of vanity. To put it lightly: remote work has challenged the core values I once held dear.
I can survive at a depth of six meters under water up to 30 minutes, unlike your ex who just quit it over a spilled lemonade.
Some of you seem to be using this platform for what my psychologist, Dr. Winter, has identified as attention-seeking behavior.
We’re all hurting. Which is why we need to stick together, much like these beautiful hardwood scales and the brass pins they’re fastened with.
My response time is immediate. Sometimes I respond to texts before I even get them.
I seem to have sat at a desk that was positioned in front of a “shit ton of Nerf guns.” Actually, 33 to be exact.
Teasing you about when they go on sale and then stealing them from your virtual cart in less than a millisecond is my definition of fun.
I'm giving three stars because I kind of want to worship the orb, but not every day, only on important orb holidays.