I Did That Job Once.

Extremely funny to me that Lord Byron & Percy Shelley both really hated Castlereagh but Shelley’s way of expressing it was writing an epic poem depicting Castlereagh as the personification of death wearing a metaphorical bloody mask & being followed by hounds which he feeds human hearts while Byron just went LMAO pissing on his grave

My take on Pierre Bonnard’s Le Chat Blanc (1894) - 150x232px

somewhere, i hope there is a pregnant person preparing to do a pregnancy reveal on the objectively funniest day of the year to do that

You wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum where they raised me

mutuals, non-mutuals, ops of years old posts, you can all catch these paws