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what a wild ride

getting bird shit in my mouth. no, really. I have a recurring (but not frequent) “nightmare” about getting bird shit in my mouth through diverse accidents. there’s even an incredibly vivid taste associated with it that I can recall when I’m awake. I’m guessing that toddler me took a gamble for science and wound up scarred for life.

isn’t it only Empress at this point, which is the entire reason why she is tolerated?

what are the exact numbers for the next Powerball drawing, in winning order?

…don’t fuck with me, genie, I got problems.