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every time i boost my own posts just imagine me elbowing you and saying “get it? get it? huh? huh? huh?”

i dont rly like putting my irl business on her but yesterday my wife and i lost our vehicle. since today's my birthday, im gonna be a little selfish and ask if anyone can spare some change so we can buy train passes?

my venmo is @searchthenight
and my cashapp is $searchthenight

thank you

quine: I wonder if I can change my wire name two a zero width space
wire: your name must be at least two characters
quine, triumphantly: [adds a second zws]
wire: welcome,

When you post on Mastodon that you want tity, you're tooting your own hornt.

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One day, an enby was scrolling along the tl that was littered with thousands of posts that had been tooted by the fediverse. As they walked they came upon a young catboy who was eagerly boosting the toots onto the federated tl, one by one.

Puzzled, the enby looked at the catboy and asked what he was doing. Without looking up from his task, the boy simply replied, “I’m boosting these toots, Sir”.

The enby chuckled aloud, “Son, there are thousands of toots and only one of you. What difference can you make?”

The catboy opened a toot, gently smashed that mf boost button, and turning to the enby, said, “I boosted that one!”

not sure who exactly this shitpost is for but now it exists so uh enjoy

Couple more road trip drawings from memory, though i do have nice photos of the salt flats

tech talk 

tech talk 

MOBSTER: [is fatally wounded in mob shootout]
MOBSTER: [beholds a raven]
MOBSTER: [to raven] so what are you supposed to be, some kinda psychopomp?
MOBSTER: [turning to other dying mobsters] check this guy out, he thinks he's a fuckin' psychopomp
DYING MOBSTERS: [blood-choked derisive laughter]
MOBSTER: my ass, fuckin' psychopomp, get outta here

may have to set up full text search just so i can find toots that i think about for days after i fave them.

Working on a project when my computer freezes up and I haven't saved.

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Copping the osha simulator game idea 

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