Your tarot card for the day is The Sass.

Your prognosis is to keep shit posting.

It says it will change your star sign bro.

It’s like the inside of your thighs, except with a tongue.

Captain Zapp Brannigan: That young man fills me with hope. Plus some other emotions which are weird and deeply confusing.

Ahhh it’s ‘got no bowls to spare’

Just a shitty version of Wolverine

Does it come with a sponge? Or is that an extra?

Slept in, set record, smoked, ignored messages and although I didn’t eat a frozen pizza I did cook only chicken legs for dinner…