Therapist Group Chat – Weekend Edition
Here’s my gardening outfit. *photo*
Cuntyyyy.
Supreme cuntiness.
Anyways… We bombed Iran.
Shutup.
Godddd. We are so fucking cooked.
You know I used to have this fear as a child that one day I’d die from a war … bomb dropping on my house and well..
I just started my ice machine. I’m about to crash out.
Me too.
Me too.
Maybe I’ll make some pasta or buy some crack.
Where’s Bernie.
Fuck it I’ll buy a Labubu if we’re going down.
Clip it to your Lamumu.
You know what.. you’re onto something.
I’m not gonna lie I could go for a pack of Pall Mall Menthols.