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On This Cake-Smeared Nativity, A Gift Exchange Of Sort
s It is my birthday. My second Quarantimes Nativity, as it were — technically, I’m turning a FORBIDDEN NUMBER, and given that said number is also the number of a rotten piece of shit president, and because I kinda feel like a year was taken from me anyway because of this dipshit pandemic, I’m gonna go ahead and claim this birthday as: AGE 44, PART TWO. *thunder rumbles* And then next year I’ll just jump right to 46 and skip that other number. As such, given that it is the day I was shuttlecocked into the world, I figure we...