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Sleepy Caturday for Skye and Meowy

I dreamt that I was a photographer's assistant. My boss was a sourdough bread bowl filled with clam chowder. It didn't say anything, but sat petulantly on a plate, clearly disappointed in me and my work.

My 80 year old mom is griping that “No one has killed him yet” the same way she gripes that the T still hasn’t fixed the stairs to the commuter rail station

I don’t notice many Cybertrucks on the road but the ones I do see look defeated. Unwashed, beat up, driven by hoe-less men who no longer have the energy to pretend that they didn’t get scammed

After the apocalypse, only three Lieutenants Riker remained to save civilization and repopulate the earth