PM_ME_YOUR_FOUCAULTS [he/him, they/them] to the_dunk_tank@hexbear.netEnglish • edit-21 year agoHexbear has left Blahaj.zone, but the trauma of occupation remainshexbear.netimagemessage-square102fedilinkarrow-up1182arrow-down10file-text
arrow-up1182arrow-down1imageHexbear has left Blahaj.zone, but the trauma of occupation remainshexbear.netPM_ME_YOUR_FOUCAULTS [he/him, they/them] to the_dunk_tank@hexbear.netEnglish • edit-21 year agomessage-square102fedilinkfile-text
minus-squareDr. WeskerlinkEnglish50•1 year agoNot every poopoo time is pronoun time, but every pronoun time is now poopoo time.
minus-squareregularassbitch [she/her]linkfedilinkEnglish35•1 year agoI hate that they made my asshole try to speak like Speed Buggy. I will not miss them.
minus-squareDr. WeskerlinkEnglish31•1 year agoThey got me out here like Steamy Ray Vaugn, filling my britches.
minus-squareregularassbitch [she/her]linkfedilinkEnglish39•1 year agoThe Hexbears literally filled my diaper with my own shit. The clothespins I was using to secure it popped and it fell apart, releasing a torrent of fetid waste upon my Herman Miller chair.
minus-squareDr. WeskerlinkEnglish30•1 year agoWhen you’re sitting in your Herman Miller And the hexbears ascend like Michael Jackson’s Thriller
minus-squareregularassbitch [she/her]linkfedilinkEnglish23•1 year agoif you’re blue and you don’t know where to go to after the pronouns make you wince jump in pools of shit
minus-squareErika3sis [she/her, xe/xem]linkfedilinkEnglish23•1 year agoHoly shit is that a motherfricking The Deprogram reference
minus-squareGenderIsOpSec [she/her]linkfedilinkEnglish12•1 year agothe humour here is like a snake eating its own ass , mostly circular, but when it opens up to accept more humour something apocalyptic happens
Not every poopoo time is pronoun time, but every pronoun time is now poopoo time.
I hate that they made my asshole try to speak like Speed Buggy. I will not miss them.
They got me out here like Steamy Ray Vaugn, filling my britches.
The Hexbears literally filled my diaper with my own shit. The clothespins I was using to secure it popped and it fell apart, releasing a torrent of fetid waste upon my Herman Miller chair.
When you’re sitting in your Herman Miller
And the hexbears ascend like Michael Jackson’s Thriller
if you’re blue and you don’t know where to go to after the pronouns make you wince
jump in pools of shit
Imagine that.
Holy shit is that a motherfricking The Deprogram reference
the humour here is like a snake eating its own ass
, mostly circular, but when it opens up to accept more humour something apocalyptic happens