High waist compression leggings are my go-to. Even when I’m cycling you can’t see the top of whatever underwear I chose to wear that day.
I upvote cat pictures!
High waist compression leggings are my go-to. Even when I’m cycling you can’t see the top of whatever underwear I chose to wear that day.
It is exhausting and you’re not wrong. Every. Single. Day. Another news story about something utterly and completely pants on head that Mango Mussolini tweeted/said/did. Can we please just not this time?
I didn’t realize Siri and the cats were conspiring. Yesterday I went into the living room to investigate a ruckus and found one of my cats sitting on the couch while the home pod in the window sill was playing Mumford and Sons.
I offset the gains from my one cup of coffee by chasing it with a sugar free Monster. Balance.
That, uh, was definitely a hard ‘r’ there. Jesus Christ.
I suspect this is similar to how someone is going to find my carcass.
It’s captivating, really. I can’t stop looking at it.
Looks like that one in the background is next.
Secretary of Trichinella has a nice ring to it.
I laughed way harder at this than I probably should have.
Goddamn, I love that speech every time I hear or read it.
Edit: unsaladed the thing.
Me. It’s me.
That’s how I want to be remembered.
You can just say cult. Like the Jonestown, Waco etc. kind. It’s ok, we’re all terrifyingly aware.
That poor guy’s prison wallet must be tapped out by now.
It’s like a “Where’s Waldo”. The longer you look at it the more weird shit you see.
DEI turned me into a newt!
My retirement plan is to kick off before I have to retire.
Honestly, they’ve become my uniform. Comfort - ✔️ Full range of motion - ✔️ Full coverage - ✔️