The arrangement of words, and their meanings could use some work though.

“Buy my fucking product, you worthless dumbell.”

And go where…

The Mayans warned us about him

It’s weird how their sashes mimic their personalities

Isnt heart hockey that weird Aztec game that sacrificed the winners?

Man, that last goal where Pekele swam 12 feet up and dive bombed Leretsky at the last minute was insane. I think. The bubbles obscured a lot of it.

An emo dating app that rates people based on how long they can stand in the rain the longest.

To be honest, I talk like this too when I’m under duress or havent quite processed something - jumping from fragment to fragment to try and keep the whole in mind.

As my understanding of my day-to-day has increased and my work and life have somewhat settled, I’m able to better predict and summarize things that happen to me using my day-to-day as a stable baseline to reference from:

I can tell you the important bits because I’m aware of what the humdrum bits are.

I think my mum’s world is way more stressful and uncertain than mine is, so her mind tries to capture everything because it has no stable reference to build from

the left 2 is smaller than the right 2, so the answer is actually

x = (size) 5

But the size is represented by a whitespace symbol. Still, that’s gonna propagate and totally flummox a future calculation on that x

I couldnt go up the stairs because someone was already coming down, so rather than wait, I just pissed myself and made a sandwich

I read that last word wrong a few times

Let me tell you how my mum’s brain works:

• Me: “So how was your day?”

• Mum: “We had a session with Sasha and the report she mentioned to Jenny my boss, cos the whole department was axed, as you remember the last election, and maybe you should start looking for a job around there, and so the report came back empty and…”

• Me (used to her tangents), a report was made between her and Sasha, given to Jenny the boss, but the report was ignored and sent back, most likely due to lack of personell because the department was axed by the Tories in the last election, and she fears it might happen to me too and that I should look for a job in that potential vacuum.

Harrow-on-the-Hill station?

Edit: Oh shit, I just now understood the name of BadLip’s Hostiles on the Hill song

Well hang on now, maybe Starmer or his wife want a Jag. Let’s not deny them the possibility

Colour me shocked

Same with Donna Kebab. It wasnt invented by Donna Preston, but stolen from a german guy and repackaged to fit inside Peter Bread, which Peter O’toole stole from a trip to the mediteranean.

Shameless

“Kids should be scrabbling up chimneys and handling fine machinery, not being seen or heard!”

~ GB News, probably.

Well at least the crickets are happy

Oh nice. Can I get a pic of the little green fella?