Views From The Space-Ship: Milk Was A Bad Choice

Goddamn, is it ever fucking hot out. I mean, look at a map of the United States (and the UK, and Europe, et cetera) and you’re just seeing nuts-meltingly high temperatures. Not good, Rob. Not great, Bob! Fucking Hell. It’s a race between Catastrophe and Mild Catastrophe when it comes to this planet, and goddamn do I hope the latter wins. Cross your fingers, legs, and genitals.

Here are some Views From The Space-Ship for Your Eyes.

Facetiming my Mom, drinking a Dew, with Lucy beckoning me. Peak Ian, said Sam.

Glorious panel from Department of Truth. Delving into Pizzagate. So good.

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Couple of absolute units enjoying the AC in my fucking room.

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Glorious shots from the local pond at dusk last Friday.

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Show me your world.