Dan (jolly version)
@sh0rtshine.bsky.social
Ho ho ho
Posting about wrestling sometimes, sorry
he/him
Posting about wrestling sometimes, sorry
he/him
This is the water, and this is the well. Drink full and descend. The horse is the white of the eyes and dark within.
December 5, 2025 at 12:36 AM
This is the water, and this is the well. Drink full and descend. The horse is the white of the eyes and dark within.
Cool photo, y'all must really like William McKinley huh?
December 4, 2025 at 1:13 PM
Cool photo, y'all must really like William McKinley huh?
The Misery of the Castle
December 1, 2025 at 10:40 PM
The Misery of the Castle
The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak
November 30, 2025 at 6:54 PM
The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak
![Two youtube comments, the first reading "in my book it says.....Myron Floren greatest accoridion[sic] player of ALL time." and the second reading "Florin[sic] is action. The rest of the orchestra is asleep."](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:s44v63xggopfysiqpnyaip7p/bafkreifuh373ze3c4d7dq75gw42333zpl7uamahkmx7f2tlo3yxro6tfye@jpeg)
"Have you seen this, have you heard about this?"
November 26, 2025 at 1:52 AM
"Have you seen this, have you heard about this?"
The doctor telling me the only day I could schedule a medical procedure was on the same day as the company Christmas party
November 25, 2025 at 12:24 PM
The doctor telling me the only day I could schedule a medical procedure was on the same day as the company Christmas party
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy
November 23, 2025 at 2:00 PM
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy
It's not so much the flavor as the texture
November 22, 2025 at 8:58 PM
It's not so much the flavor as the texture
