Me With Frozen Tears For Sebastian And Lobsters For Elliot.

Is the carry on fandom alive and thriving over here because I am alive but not thriving

i really hate coming out but still want my extended family to know, so my mother took it upon herself to invent the game “guess which one of my kids is gay.”

the rules are simple.

sit down with uncle so-and-so

he says something about gay people in passing

my mom says “there’s a gay person at this table right now. guess which of my kids it is!

he looks frantically between the three of us trying to figure out if she’s joking or not and trying desperately not to offend anyone but also she won’t continue with the conversation unless he makes a guess so he has to make a guess

we all enjoy his discomfort immensely

I think I'm out of the Carry On fandom and those two disaster dweebs just drag me right back in

HI CARL!!!!!!!

My oil painting of an Uncrustable

Simon Snow anyone?

just looked over to find my cat had somehow crawled into the sleeve of my jacket ???? fucking wheezing. the baleful worm