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Can I follow you I like your posts

I’ll make an exception because you asked nicely.

(When I say don’t follow me, I’m joking, you can follow me if you want to but I’m not entirely sure why people want to /lh)

Happy Neil banging out the tunes day!

Me watching people look at my shitpost blog for some reason:

I was attempting to get the plate covering the bobbin compartment off to clean out the compartment on my sewing machine because it’s been jamming and it won’t catch the thread on one side, but of course one of the screws is too tight so the screwdriver, which is specifically made for this sewing machine and came with it, launches out of my hand and into the nearest trash can, which was right behind me. Now I am rooting through the trash desperately looking for my screwdriver.

I have two questions for life.

First of all, why do these whimsical situations, that would normally only appear in a cartoon and end with the character rooting through garbage cans, always happen to me?? This is the second time in the past two months when I have had to root through garbage cans because of a chain of events with such a low probability of happening.

Second of all, WHO THE FUCK MAKES THE SCREW THAT TIGHT?

I actually do have 4 looms (6 if you count the inkle loom and tiny tapestry loom) and one of them is actually very old but I’m not sure if it’s 18th century.

Anyway, what next?

I like seeing the toe beans

Reblog if its ok to spam you with boops

I am not addicted to booping. I can stop any time I want!

hi *asks you a question so you can answer it*

idk you so idk the answer to this. Have you ever read homestuck?

Nope, and I plan to keep it that way. I have no idea what is and isn’t a homestuck reference but at least I’m not a fan

Mandatory cat tax

At camp, the riflery counselor would ask permission before touching someone to adjust their grip or position, which I thought was great because not everyone is comfortable with being touched (like me).

Ironically, the only person he forgot to ask was me, the only kid in the unit who was uncomfortable with being touched.