“I’m clutching my balls because they’re warm.”

Fuck y’all. I like the lip bite.


“Take 1 capsule 1 to 3 times daily.”

I miss great sex.

Dating Sex

“Every decision is a risk. Every risk is a decision.”

I read this piece on FiveThirtyEight a few days back about the coronavirus, and this part jumped out at me:

We can’t live like we did before coronavirus. We won’t live like we did immediately after it appeared, either. Instead, we’re in the muddy middle, faced with choices that seem at once crucial and impossible, simple and massively complicated. These choices are an everyday occurrence, but they also carry a moral weight that makes them feel different than picking a pasta sauce or a pair of shoes. In a pandemic that’s been filled with unanswerable questions and unwinnable wars, this is our daily Kobayashi Maru. And no one can tell us exactly what we ought to do.

I Be Tweetin'

“A study in contradictions…?”

From The Desk of Karsh

“Chile, it’s all a blur at this point.”

Hey, hi, hello, yo, what’s up?

*sigh* I’m tired, y’all. (That could be this whole post, honestly, but I owe you and me a bit more than that.)