I’ve put a typo into literally every tweet I’ve ever written. Autocorrect either causes it or abandons me. Reviewing the tweet before posting is a lesson in futility, in raging against the gods. An edit button can’t save me. Nothing can save me.
A beautiful woman seated behind me on the bus looks over my shoulder and playfully asks “What’s on your phone?” just as I enter “PENIS” as my first Wordle guess and get all gray letters
I think LARPer as an evolution of “poser” is kind of fun but it does make me wonder if there can be a LARPing LARPer. Probably not, they’re a very accepting community tbh
Me: Bring out the waitress who called me a gamer freak yesterday. I want her to apologize again
Long John Silver's manager: Sir, she's not back there
Tutorial voice in my head: Close one eye to enable pirate vision. By enabling pirate vision you can see scallywags through walls
when i found out my 2008 ford ranger was one of them transformers first thing i did was put a towel over the hood and drove that sumbitch through the car wash. he started hollerin' about some allsparks and i said no sir, i ain't interested in no alternative fuel i'm a diesel man