my animal crossing character, heelying into the museum wearing sunglasses and holding a pina colada in one hand and an enormous bug in the other: blathers, you’re not gonna fucking believe this,
some of y’all have never gone to make a happy birthday card, and thought “i don’t need to trace it. i know how big letters should be,” and begun with a big-ass H, followed by a big-ass A and… oh, no! oh, god! ok, all right. real skinny P with a high hump, and then we’ll put the second P below the hump of that first P, sort of like a motorcycle sidecar situation. and now you have no room for the Y, so you do a kind of curled-up noodle Y. block letters and cursive look good together. and then you go to write “Birthday” and you totally forget the lesson you just learned with “Happy.” you’re like, “yeah, but the past is the past. big-ass B. surely more letters will fit in the same space,” and it really shows.
TSA people are ineffective because when i was five i took a tupperware container of snails, rollypollies and tiny millipedes with me on a flight out of the country and nobody knew until i opened it up to show my mom and they had all escaped onto the plane
actually you were unknowingly involved in a Nick of Time (1995)-like conspiracy with the TSA agents who wanted you to release the invertibrates onto the plane for political reasons