simply no words for this video
hang on I've just connected some astoundingly obvious dots. what the ghost is so silly and has such hammy production because georgie "no fear" barker decided to make a podcast in the one genre that she physically cannot understand. basira said it took a "weird turn" in season three, I bet georgie got a bunch of feedback on early episodes that some content was genuinely too scary to really enjoy so she dialed it way back and landed firmly in the silly zone, unable to detect the pleasantly spooky sweet spot.
georgie's problem is that she really wants to lead a normalcore life devoid of outstanding perils but her tastes are too goth for her own good. she runs a horror podcast. she worked directly with an anglerfished sound tech and described her as a reliable professional. she is exclusively attracted to deeply haunted self destructive little meows meows whose number one hobby is breaking into cursed buildings to get even more haunted.
my brother started calling our cat "doobie brother" which he then lengthened to "dubious brother" and has since morphed into "brother dubious" like he's some sort of fucked up little monk
people love extolling the virtues of ball-and-socket joints and how it makes us more advanced and all that but I don't see any fucking octopuses in slings now do I. Bones are overrated and I want a refund.
Everyone in the notes saying "this is a 10k post to me" "posts that have 100k energy" "posts that are 30k to me" or whatever - alright, fine! Put the fuckin' work in then! You'd better have this queue'd up every day for the next six months! You'd better have all your friends queue'ing it up too!
You want me to suffer?? You want to treat me like my own goddamn bones do??? MAKE AN EFFORT
i dont think green day is “good”. i do have 15 separate green day albums on vinyl and think billie joe armstrong gets pegged like crazy and also im the son of rage and love the jesus of suburbia the bible of none of the above on a steady diet of soda pop and ritalin no one ever died for my sins in hell as far as i can tell at least the ones i got away with and theres nothing wrong with me this is how im supposed to be in the land of make believe that dont believe in me get my television fix sitting on my crucifix the living room or my private womb while the moms and brads are away to fall in love and fall and debt to alcohol and cigarettes and mary jane to keep me insane doing someone elses cocaine and theres nothing wrong with me this is how im supposed to be in the land of make believe that dont believe in me
also i like that theyre all bisexual






















