I, Robot Slut
I’ve been on Bluesky’s waitlist for more than two months, twiddling my thumbs on the couch with Mahomet, Jugdish, Sidney, and Clayton.
"When I do not want to say things in real life I often say them here." — Mimi Smartypants
Our other children
I’ve been on Bluesky’s waitlist for more than two months, twiddling my thumbs on the couch with Mahomet, Jugdish, Sidney, and Clayton.
What, to the American slave, is your 4th of July?
Last couple of days, the dogs and I have skipped our morning walks. It sucks, but I’m worried for our safety, and with reason.
According to my sources, today’s National Corn on the Cob Day.
Donna’s at her annual sewing guild retreat, partying with friends, free from the demands of kitchen, hearth, husband, and dogs.
Pro tip: a suicide knob on the steering wheel is a must for driving with a dog in your lap.
This morning I looked up shiggy in the Urban Dictionary. Turns out I was pretty close.
I can’t get all righteous over some rich asshole’s collection of Nazi memorabilia.