client just got up from bed and had me fix his shoes. he didn't want to put his shoes on, he actually wanted to go back to sleep, but he wanted me to fix his shoes first. interesting priorities, that man.

I'd've kept the twitter and just filled it with links to this page. then you only gotta edit one thing.

still, why waste the resources launching him into space when we could drop him in the middle of the pacific ocean with nothing but a pair of slowly deflating water wings?

I think he has PTSD from his 3 assassination attempts and has panic attacks mid rally now.

so glad I'm in a union now and can use my sick time whenever I feel like it.

wait, are you saying you're not a Midwestern Lesbian Mom?

well, guess I'll use this more since musky boy is gonna finish ruining twitter.

I just remembered how good hostess fruit pies were like 15 years ago and now I'm sad.

makes way more sense than aliens going to a planet that's 70% poison to them.

Many A True Nerd has an on going series on it, and he's up to like part 8 😭