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.