i'm making holiday cookies and watching the voting progress. in the air is the rich smell of butter and chocolate as i say "no, no, NO...!"

fucking SICK of waiting for an opportunity to post this

i am officially done with the people who came here to be saved from the fascist birdsite and then loudly DON'T LIKE IT HERE

okay folks

"jorts horse" anagrams to "hooters jr's"

which is such a lovely blend of Hooters and Carl's Jr. that...

maybe i'll register jarts.horse. too bad .harse isn't a thing


Unstoppable shitposting engine.