I’m 110 pounds of muscle. The rest? All brain baby!!! My VO2 Max went up.
I go to bed. Me have to be in the office tomorrow – Work then Townhall then Lunch then More Work. Yay! I saw the Boxer today ❤️🔥 He said my name three times. I’m in love!
Oh. Almost forgot. There is a human who litters on my floor. Grrrrrrrrr. I will stuff an equivalent amount of garbage down their throat and watch them suffocate to death when I catch them. I’m a fuck you up. Permanently.
This weekend I will equip my collapsible 2×4 with a taser and the Gungnir I received as a gift from Odin. AND as always, I will be armed with my trusty Axe Hammer of Truth. Come at me Brah!
I don’t have a spaceship but I have a busted time travel machine. I could use the parts to make a spaceship no? Am I allergic to this weed? Is that what’s making me sneeze? In writing this sonnet, I’ve been thinking about my all-time favourite poem it is …
I love it because it’s fantasy. I love dreaming up crazy shit. OK … I love all my fantasy-type poems.
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