“If you don’t know how to tie knots, tie lots”. Sage advice from my Chief Bosun’s Mate.
It’s wrong! The hook should have been wedged into his ass! Not under the belt!
When were neck scarves ever in fashion for men.
The safe word is Jinkies.
That’s why I keep my copy of The Ashley Book of Knots on the shelf next to the Kama Sutra.
Want good knots? Fuck a fisherman(woman).
If you meet me irl, pls throw rocks at me until I stop moving because my mind went to dogs and I legit deserve to be stoned to death for that thought.
Oh, and when I stop moving keep throwing rocks at my corpse for another ten minutes just to ensure I’ve truly shuffled off this mortal coil
Edit. Or just inject me with a syringe filled with apple juice. Should be fun to see what happens to me. I deserve an excruciatingly painful death, so get as creative as you wish.
Say /s rn
/s on the actual murder, but no /s on the the fact that where my brain went is a horrible, terrible thing that should be hated by all
Oof. I wish I didn’t understand that comment.
