eric jansen

Brown Mogotsi is a Liverpool fan. He's gonna be in prison till he makes bras with someone because YNWA... I'm leaving, I know, the exit is at the back, I paid my bill already...

@TysonCreme Go test baba!😂😂😂

@_EricJansen_ I’m people

The rain already impairs your vision enough & now every car passing by has the brightest headlights ever made. How is this acceptable

BABE, WAKE UP, THEY'RE SCORING WORLDIES IN TANZANIA 🇹🇿

@badgalsherri Eiiiii chief it has 1 6 pack as I received it

@_EricJansen_ Is that coolerbox full?

I'm about to have the greatest birthday bender of all time, pray for the livers and lungs of whoever encounters me from now til Tuesday.

Do you remember when you joined X? I do! #MyXAnniversary I been here since I was 15? Wild.

@badgalsherri We can get it printed somewhere, I'll find out 😂

@_EricJansen_ I need this shirt tjo, don't you know someone who can make it for us? 😭

This thread taking me out cos I remember when I made a Bill Cosby joke on here a couple years ago and all the feminists tried to cancel me, and I lost a chakra bitch that I was kinda in love with. Then I went to home affairs w her dream man to give her a real reason to hate me.

Hmmmmm. It’s so true that you guys passively watch shows/movies that you miss vital exposition. You’re on your phone while you watch TV/movies

@TysonCreme Gym slogan should be "Come Back With Your Problems"

man get tf out the gym with that lovey dovey shit.

Bro to Bro : No matter how hard it gets, don’t sell your PlayStation.

If the algorithm showed you my art, I appreciate any support I get

It took about 3 months to draw this, please use 1 sec of your time to like and repost. thank you.

Nothing?

@HomeAffairsSA yo guys, been waiting for my brother's unabridged birth certificate since October 2025, keep getting told to email (which yields no reply) and phone the call centre (which never goes through) for answers. Please assist?

I’m definitely looking for the commentators after the game😭😭

Mike Posner sang a “healed” version of his hit song “I Took A Pill In Ibiza”

I stared at your message for a second and felt that familiar little twist in the stomach, the one that isn’t anger exactly, just a quiet “oh.” Three weeks. Not because you owe me constant access to you, but because time does this thing where it stacks, and suddenly you’re replying to a version of me that was in a different mood, a different week, a different weather. It’s like getting a letter delivered late with the edges already softened. “Debilitated by the mundane cruelty of this world” is funny in the way a bruise is funny. Dramatic on paper, accurate in the body. Because it really is mundane, that’s the part that gets you. Not the movie-villain cruelty. The ordinary kind. The kind that comes as a thousand small frictions that don’t feel worth crying about, but somehow add up until you’re walking around with your jaw clenched and your patience shaved down to nothing. The email you didn’t ask for. The bill that jumped. The customer service loop. The parking ticket. The way people talk to each other like everyone is a burden. The little humiliations of needing things. The constant sense that you have to perform “fine” while the world keeps poking you with tiny needles. Then you look up and three weeks are gone. And now you’re here with that soft little pivot: “I’m good how are you.” That line always hits me because it’s the most human lie we tell to keep the conversation from becoming a confessional. It’s you saying: I want connection, but I also don’t want to bleed all over you. I want to be seen, but not in a way that makes the room heavy. I want to reach out, but I’m scared you’ll be mad, so I’m wrapping it in humor and a quick check-in. If I were answering you like a real friend, not like a court clerk, it would sound like this: I’m here. I’m not mad. I missed you. The world’s been ugly and I get it. I’m okay. A little tired. Tell me what kind of “cruelty” you mean - the life-admin kind, the people kind, or the inside-your-head kind. Because those are different beasts. Sometimes “cruelty” means you’ve been handling too much alone and your brain started treating every message like another demand. Sometimes it means you got hit with one specific thing that made you go quiet. Sometimes it means depression dressed up as sarcasm so it can leave the house without being questioned. I’m not going to punish you for being human. I’m doing alright. I had a couple days where I felt weirdly hollow and a couple days where coffee tasted like something again. Nothing dramatic. Just… here. Still here. How are you, actually. Not the “I’m good” version. The one underneath it.