Absurd!

The beginning of the end!

Hamas caught with a bad tan.

My past life future ex weird bride.

And now for the New Democrats!

Its off to war, don't you know it, the eternal frustration and discontent, the evil castration and destruction, then silent lament, the dark steamy island and doctor death, the winners need losers and hell isn't good enough for em yet.

Hamas is on the move again, but this time at Grandma's Kitchen eating pot brownies.

Gen Z men aren't men, they only need a vagina.

🦶 The Fall of the Goddesses: A Myth Reimagined In the golden age of Olympus, when gods still meddled in mortal affairs, a strange fever swept through the heavens: Achilles Fever. Not even the goddesses were immune. Aphrodite, goddess of love, first caught sight of him polishing his shield. She swooned so hard she twisted her ankle stepping off a cloud. Freya, visiting from the Norse realms, tried to impress him with a dance of seduction. One misstep on a dewy petal—down she went, ankle-first into a harp. Ishtar, bold and unrelenting, challenged Achilles to a duel of flirtation. She tripped on her own jeweled sandal, landing in a fountain of rosewater and pride. Even Lakshmi, serene and composed, found her golden anklets mysteriously tangled after a single glance at his war-scarred calves. Each goddess, once the embodiment of poise, now limped through Olympus with bandaged ankles and bruised egos. Achilles, oblivious, continued training—his own heel untouched, his heart unclaimed. And thus, the myth was born: beware the ankles of the divine, for even goddesses fall hardest when love strikes low.

So I will be pondering the universe a bit today.

How do I feel now: The use of technology is far worse than the technology itself.

I have to say the recent videos had a point behind them. Often they do.

Setting: Inside a dark, echoing bathroom plumbing line, right before a major flushing event.Urine: (Splashing aggressively against the ceramic walls) Look at you, slacking off as usual! I’m in and out of here six times a day, keeping this body filtered and clean. You show up once—maybe twice if the human had a fiber bar—and expect a standing ovation. You're slow, you're heavy, and you take forever to get ready!Poop: (Thudding heavily into the water, sending up a massive splash) Slow? It’s called craftsmanship, you watery amateur! You’re just 95% water and a little bit of leftover urea. You require zero effort. I am the grand finale of a 24-hour digestive masterpiece! I represent the steak, the potatoes, the complex carbohydrates! I have structure. I have presence.Urine: Presence? You mean odor! You completely ruin the atmosphere the second you walk into the room. People have to light matches and turn on exhaust fans just to survive your presence. When I arrive, it’s a quick, polite zip and a wash of the hands. I am civilized.Poop: Oh, don't act so pure. You turn bright neon yellow if the human takes a single multivitamin! And let's talk about urgency—you make the human panic and run like a maniac just because a movie ran over two hours. I have discipline. I give a polite, rumbling warning hours in advance.Urine: (Steaming slightly) I am the frontline defense of the kidneys! Without me, the system shuts down from toxic buildup in days. You're just the stuff the body couldn't even use. You're literally the leftovers!Poop: Leftovers? I am the ultimate metric of gut health! Doctors study my shape, my color, and my consistency on a chart like it's fine art. No one is out here making a "Bristol Stool Chart" for your boring splash patterns.The Toilet Handle: (CLANK)Urine: (Swirling rapidly in circles) Uh oh. Here comes the swirl!Poop: (Sinking into the vortex) See you in the septic tank, water-boy!