Let’s revisit this.

God I have bad gas today.

You know you're in Missouri in July when you are wringing out your underwear, and it's mostly diarrhea. Because you've lost all feeling below your eye lids. You're essentially dead. Because it's so hot, and humid, and shitty. Like your caked underpants.

Ask me about my diarrhea and I’ll tell you it’s mostly gas. Just wet gas.

Mookie Betts looks like he could use a makeover or maybe a fresh diaper? #asksnb

Which player has the worst gas? #asksnb

Pooping.

Queefing in the office; appropriate? Or necessary? Both? Let your freak flag fly and just bare that butthole? Lots of changes in the world, but what does that mean for diarrhea rights?

I’ve been listening to Kylie Minogue’s “Can’t Get You Out of My Head” on repeat for a few days now.

Queefed again.

All hands on deck! I’m crowning!

Never forget: The only Thanksgiving halftime show that ever mattered.

Thanks Radiohead for spending 1,269 minutes with me in 2022. I couldn’t stop listening to Everything In Its Right Place. #SpotifyWrapped open.spotify.com/artist/4Z8W4fK…

Anyone else think Material Gworl. should have done the half time show? #materialgirl

If we don’t stop all these Gen Z punks from eating ass incessantly, we will never get a grip on this public health nightmare they are creating. Enough with all the ass eating!

Blew some hot gas at work. That was tight.

Monday morning diarrhea just hits different.

The office coffee maker is right outside the single bathroom in the office where I’m currently offloading major freight. #alphaflex

Queef