Rachelle
@rasm69.bsky.social
Random, curious, engaging, real life raconteuse
Canamerican
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*launches a pie rescue for all unwanted pie
November 27, 2025 at 3:27 AM
*launches a pie rescue for all unwanted pie
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Working on my annual Thanksgiving poem to read at the table today what rhymes with ingrates
November 27, 2025 at 12:54 PM
Working on my annual Thanksgiving poem to read at the table today what rhymes with ingrates
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So much to rant about... so little time....
November 27, 2025 at 1:09 PM
So much to rant about... so little time....
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Put “spree” after “killing” and the whole thing suddenly sounds so breezy and upbeat.
November 27, 2025 at 1:40 PM
Put “spree” after “killing” and the whole thing suddenly sounds so breezy and upbeat.
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I have heard the annual recitation of Alice's Restaurant
NOW you motherfuckers may begin your Christmas festivities
NOW you motherfuckers may begin your Christmas festivities
November 27, 2025 at 5:21 PM
I have heard the annual recitation of Alice's Restaurant
NOW you motherfuckers may begin your Christmas festivities
NOW you motherfuckers may begin your Christmas festivities
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I like to go to zen gardens and shout at things.
November 27, 2025 at 8:36 PM
I like to go to zen gardens and shout at things.
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Them: Your connection is unstable.
Me: so, like you, isn't it?
Me: so, like you, isn't it?
November 27, 2025 at 7:05 AM
Them: Your connection is unstable.
Me: so, like you, isn't it?
Me: so, like you, isn't it?
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There are two types of people at Thanksgiving: those who think the "special" brownies are just extra fudgy, and those who are currently trying to listen to the color of the canned cranberry sauce.
November 26, 2025 at 5:16 PM
There are two types of people at Thanksgiving: those who think the "special" brownies are just extra fudgy, and those who are currently trying to listen to the color of the canned cranberry sauce.
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Carpenters are only in it for them shelves.
November 26, 2025 at 6:31 PM
Carpenters are only in it for them shelves.
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3am Oreos are ok if you just got home from work.
Any excuse in the storm.
Any excuse in the storm.
November 26, 2025 at 8:34 AM
3am Oreos are ok if you just got home from work.
Any excuse in the storm.
Any excuse in the storm.
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A dating app that only shows their latest Spotify playlist and bank account balance.
November 26, 2025 at 11:30 AM
A dating app that only shows their latest Spotify playlist and bank account balance.
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We hold our gratitude in October because by November, any sense of goodwill has been frozen solid.
November 26, 2025 at 12:34 PM
We hold our gratitude in October because by November, any sense of goodwill has been frozen solid.
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An American expresses gratitude for "life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness."
A Canadian expresses gratitude that the pothole at the end of the driveway hasn't yet swallowed their car.
A Canadian expresses gratitude that the pothole at the end of the driveway hasn't yet swallowed their car.
November 26, 2025 at 12:41 PM
An American expresses gratitude for "life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness."
A Canadian expresses gratitude that the pothole at the end of the driveway hasn't yet swallowed their car.
A Canadian expresses gratitude that the pothole at the end of the driveway hasn't yet swallowed their car.
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According to anxiety, you need to hurry up and get ready for something that will never happen.
November 25, 2025 at 9:12 PM
According to anxiety, you need to hurry up and get ready for something that will never happen.
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Can’t, I’m busy shocking the monkey
November 25, 2025 at 9:45 PM
Can’t, I’m busy shocking the monkey
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Why build a time machine? To scratch my own back, of course.
November 25, 2025 at 10:33 PM
Why build a time machine? To scratch my own back, of course.
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My love language is telling fourteen different stories in three minutes.
November 24, 2025 at 10:26 PM
My love language is telling fourteen different stories in three minutes.
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Highlight your flaws with bold colors!
November 24, 2025 at 10:30 PM
Highlight your flaws with bold colors!
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Like a petal in the wind
I feel so very frail
The world spinning around
I am so very shy
Not knowing if I will climb or fall
Delicate in my composure
I feel so very frail
The world spinning around
I am so very shy
Not knowing if I will climb or fall
Delicate in my composure
November 22, 2025 at 9:05 PM
Like a petal in the wind
I feel so very frail
The world spinning around
I am so very shy
Not knowing if I will climb or fall
Delicate in my composure
I feel so very frail
The world spinning around
I am so very shy
Not knowing if I will climb or fall
Delicate in my composure
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Let's let bygones be blood feuds.
November 7, 2025 at 8:21 PM
Let's let bygones be blood feuds.
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Art of us born
The brush hovers
The canvas craves
We wander along gone years
Where the tenderest violence sought
And the sweetest fruit beckons
Altered lust in layers
Written with heat
Your lips to mine
Longing to murmur
This pen becomes the whip
Where the words of our world sway
The brush hovers
The canvas craves
We wander along gone years
Where the tenderest violence sought
And the sweetest fruit beckons
Altered lust in layers
Written with heat
Your lips to mine
Longing to murmur
This pen becomes the whip
Where the words of our world sway
November 4, 2025 at 11:08 PM
Art of us born
The brush hovers
The canvas craves
We wander along gone years
Where the tenderest violence sought
And the sweetest fruit beckons
Altered lust in layers
Written with heat
Your lips to mine
Longing to murmur
This pen becomes the whip
Where the words of our world sway
The brush hovers
The canvas craves
We wander along gone years
Where the tenderest violence sought
And the sweetest fruit beckons
Altered lust in layers
Written with heat
Your lips to mine
Longing to murmur
This pen becomes the whip
Where the words of our world sway
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It was a magical ride with all of you.
Our city, our home, our fans showed up on the grand stage...and we couldn't be prouder.
Our city, our home, our fans showed up on the grand stage...and we couldn't be prouder.
November 2, 2025 at 4:25 AM
It was a magical ride with all of you.
Our city, our home, our fans showed up on the grand stage...and we couldn't be prouder.
Our city, our home, our fans showed up on the grand stage...and we couldn't be prouder.
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Little known fact; women spend upwards of 65% rummaging through their purse.
November 2, 2025 at 12:41 AM
Little known fact; women spend upwards of 65% rummaging through their purse.