Morning, y’all. It’s a foggy morning in TinyTown. I have coffee, and high anxiety. The TV just said there are less than 100 days until Christmas, and I really think she should just shut her whore mouth.
Last night was taco night. I didn’t even consider that yesterday wasn’t “taco Tuesday” when I defrosted the meat. I ate too many. Shawshank found a couple of caves and another shrine in Tears of The Kingdom while I played Slay the Spire and offered opinions.
I spent the first part of yesterday morning working the spank bank, uploading and scheduling some content drops for the next week. Someone messaged me last week, opening the conversation with “do you make poop content?” Nope, sorry. By the time I could get back to him about his idea for a pee video, his account had been deleted- probably because he was messaging every creator with open DMs asking people to shit for him.
His loss. I’m a good pee-er.
