NO

We have many managers here. Manager of Students. Manager of Structures. Manager of Beets. Manager of Spoon. But there is no staff to do the work anymore. We fired all the staff that did the work before. And now we just can't seem to hire for this new position, Manager of Reading the Room.

On another note *sounds of gargling glass*

Breathe in and let the chorus of infernal screams build up from the diaphragm.

An army of aunts and uncles made of mayonnaise.

"I think it's best we see other people," she says to the ghosts she catches lurking on the edges of her peripheral vision, because they are the only ones now. No one else lives here.

Don't offer to make them a cravat of human skin on the first date.

If it appears that I am not breathing that is because I have shut down for the day.

HOW MUCH BLOOD DO I HAVE TO LOSE BEFORE I AM A WHOLE NEW BLOODLESS PERSON?

One is the loneliest number but two eats glue.

I am like many water balloons within a much larger water balloon, all my organs filled with sulfuric acid.

Do not go gentle into that good night, but do pause from the the tripping and the shrieking every now and again to hike up your pants.

"Well mom, if my uterus is going to produce that much blood, I figured I might as well make something out of it," she says, putting the last touches on her red velvet cake.

Protect your posts from theft by making them as disgusting as possible.

I don't know man, maybe we should give it another day or two before we are certain he's not coming back.

Pope's dead, smoke 'em if you got 'em.

Check your chimneys for the Easter Bunny folks, don't wait until your children notice the smell.

Jesus has risen from the gravel covering my high school sports field oh no he's looking right at us run Kevin run

My fridge has a door to another fridge which has a door to a smaller fridge which has a door to another fridge which has a door to a smaller fridge yet which has a door to a final fridge which opens up to a surprisingly disappointing, stale and microscopic piece of cake.

Everything I touch now is grape Kool-Aid flavoured: medicine, alcohol, chewing gum, vapes, nut butters, blood. So is the curse of my people, the grape Kool-Aid people

It is illegal to inflate your neighbour's head with a manual air mattress pump, but nevertheless you attempted that too.

As an empath, I really felt it when they nailed you to that cross, bro.

It's a Klu Kluxterfuck out there, Kevin.

My rich inner life is just congealed hollandaise sauce.

OH YES, I WOULD LIKE TO HEAR WHAT YOU THINK, PLEASE DON'T HESITATE TO SHARE YOUR OPINION WITH ME ON THIS MATTER, HERE ON THIS VERY PUBLIC FORUM.

I contain millipedes.