Blaze & Daze

...and the tired, Pet Mother Superior, kind and true, looked through her potentate boyfriend, stoned out of his gourd and waiting for an edible to kick in as he wrapped up his duties to his capitalistic overlords for the day.

"Pizza Rolls?"

And there was much praise for Mel, The Sacred Capybara.

Blessed are low effort, dopamine dumping, mass produced slop. Sometimes.

Maybe a salad tomorrow night will be equally exalted.
 
*rocky style air boxing* Heh, the crystal capybara's got nothing on the step sistah coming into todays stoner step competition! *drinks coffee while still seated*

Beep! I swear I am going for a walk in a little bit, lol


You're gonna win by default. Inclement weather and an old body who did its equivalent of 0 to 60 over the past two days wants naproxen.
Rematch tomorrow penned, even if only with myself.
 
You're gonna win by default. Inclement weather and an old body who did its equivalent of 0 to 60 over the past two days wants naproxen.
Rematch tomorrow penned, even if only with myself.
You're on tomorrow then! I'm in no rush. I don't rush much anymore.
I am also prescribed naproxen for my aches, haha.
Can I call you the Crystal Capybara today still, though?
 
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