There’s a bunch that I don’t remember, but I got bit by a spider and the bite turned into a mushroom and it grew and changed into a bunch of rainbow colors. We caught the spider and it was a clown recluse. I guess even my sleeping brain makes dumb puns.

Haha, fair enough.

Same. It’s gets me started on things, even if I use very little or even non of its actual output.

Can I interest you in a library?

Yes.

I get that, but anarchy doesn’t manufacture shower tiles and I need to buy some.

I’m usually 25 and round up. Probably closer to 30.

I named my gerbil Smith because it’s my mother’s maiden name. Let me introduce you to my rabbit, 329-06-2789. I named him that so I wouldn’t forget my social security number.

I found Pliny frozen in my garage at like maybe 2 weeks old. (Door had blown open somehow) Thought he was dead until he moved his eye right as I was tossing him in a trash can. Had to bottle feed him and he was super sick, so I didn’t think he’d make it. Didn’t name him, just called him Tiny. Once he recovered and it was clear that he owned me, I started calling him Pliny because it sounded kind of like Tiny and was a beer that I really enjoyed at the time. He’s still super small 12 years later, so I think he was left behind because he was the runt. Or being frozen stunted his growth.

Taco Bob is named Taco Bob because we were drunk.

DOGE will soon make cuts there…

Ouch. Why?

And a cat.

In that case, a cure for allergies.

A cat.

According to one of my favorite shorts of all time, the answer is “I don’t know”

I agree. By the time I’m done, I’ve written most of the document. It gets me past the part where I procrastinate because I don’t know how to begin.

Indiana isn’t the south, but might as well be. Oh well, at least I have a vpn. (Queue pornhub intro)

Me too

Yeah, coming down with a cold and decided to call it quits with the title. Feel free to carry on!