What’s your digital footprint

[E.H. Ruddock]

Hulu is pretty fucked up. It's all AIDS, eczema and dick pills.

JFC how many people actually have eczema?! Why do I have to see so many commercials about it? Seriously.

[spike]

Hulu is pretty fucked up. It's all AIDS, eczema and dick pills.

JFC how many people actually have eczema?! Why do I have to see so many commercials about it? Seriously.

Wow.

[E.H. Ruddock]

Hulu is pretty fucked up. It's all AIDS, eczema and dick pills.

JFC how many people actually have eczema?! Why do I have to see so many commercials about it? Seriously.

Wow.

Skin my Tree

[B]

Hey Ruddo, did you know that sports betting is coming to NC?

[E.H. Ruddock]

Hey Ruddo, did you know that sports betting is coming to NC?

Gronk tells me every three minutes

[B]

Facebook just recommended an event at a bar near me where they're showing a soccer match.

Fucking, Facebook, are you spying on me at all? The only event I'd avoid harder than a soccer match is my own castration.

[Bammer]

Facebook just recommended an event at a bar near me where they're showing a soccer match.

Fucking, Facebook, are you spying on me at all? The only event I'd avoid harder than a soccer match is my own castration.

There truly is more that binds us than divides us

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[tree_]

The matrix is showing me chesty girls snuggling with big game cats. I’m liking them so hard in hopes of keeping the party going.

sounds like they would pair well with TANGK

[E.H. Ruddock]

The matrix is showing me chesty girls snuggling with big game cats. I’m liking them so hard in hopes of keeping the party going.

[Strat]

For some reason, facebook keeps starting up with showing me snapshots of fans taking photos at varoius famous locations filmed in movies.

[Bammer]

I simply cannot escape the Turbo Tax ad on Facebook featuring a very effeminate guy with a beard and long hair wearing a red blouse.

[dad]

Fellow electric kettles.

[Anders]

Twitter/X has the worst ads, but I don't think it's personal towards me, I think everyone gets them.

[Bammer]

There is an incessant amount of these Reels videos on Facebook where girls ask bystanders if they would rather have a kiss or a slap.

Whores. My digital footprint is whores.

[Anders]

That surprises no one.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Bammer]

There is an incessant amount of these Reels videos on Facebook where girls ask bystanders if they would rather have a kiss or a slap.

Whores. My digital footprint is whores.

Reddit pushes those to me too

Which whore is your favorite?

[E.H. Ruddock]

That surprises no one.

Anders is on fire today.

[Anders]

That surprises no one.

Anders is on fire today.

This one was just too easy.