Dread Poets Sobriety

  • Family, Venus, Mitsubishis.

    Good morning valued species! Please, should you prefer to go by your Phylum or Class this is a generally inclusive, pseudo-safe-space such that you need only make your preferences known. No Order though, a line must be drawn somewhere! Carrying right on here, I am due to work later. Recent work has been so out… Continue reading

  • No-Laid Clause

    Cause I would do anything for love, but I won’t do that. Or that. Or that. That just seems unhygienic and the other thing aggravates my old war wound… On second thought, let me get back to you with a comprehensive list of the ordeals I would be willing to undergo in order to acquire… Continue reading

  • Slay Your Hands On Me

    What do you call an “incel”-masseuse? A massage-ynist. Cue the tumbleweed. Just imagine how bad the joke I cut was. 🙂 Long is the amount of time since last we spoke. An unfortunate downside to finally achieving some semblance of physical health is a diminished opportunity to waste your time. Don’t worry, I’m certain to… Continue reading