You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
Also: I woke up with the pony incest song in my head.
That was somewhat weird, considering that until just now I hadn't listened to it in like two weeks.
Naney said:like the fact that you are SECRETLY GAY??????
I've always found it odd that this is everyone's first assumption. Imipölex G said:Revealing to who? The surgeon? The nurses? I seriously doubt they'd give a shit.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
Let me guess, you watched an episode of My Little Pony and enjoyed it.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
When it came time in Windows 7 to come up with the names of the various subteams, two of the proposed names wereCore OS eXperience and Find and Use eXperience, using the trendy letter X to abbreviate the trendy capitalization of the word eXperience.
When it came time in Windows 7 to come up with the names of the various subteams, two of the proposed names wereCore OS eXperience and Find and Use eXperience, using the trendy letter X to abbreviate the trendy capitalization of the word eXperience.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
Ding Dong the Witch is Dead, a song from the Wizard of Oz, has sold 20,000 copies this week after anti-Thatcher campaigners encouraged people to buy it to celebrate the death of the former Prime Minister.
Normally I wouldn't laugh at something like this, but it's fuckin' Thatcher, so all bets are off
Yeah, my mother and father told me the story of my first day like they do every year. My older brother was too young to remember, and my younger sisters are well, my younger sisters.
My dad actually hurt himself he was smiling so hard that day.
Apparently, even though my eyes were closed hard, I still didn't like the light on my face; and was noticeably less loud and pained-looking when my father stepped in front of the light, and I was in his shadow.
My parents squeezed me tight, walked outside into the sunlight and I started to calm a little.
Apparently, all I'd wanted, from the beginning, was warmth. The warmth of my parents, the warmth of the sun, the warmth of blankets and cradles.
And yes, I hatched with a hat on. My egg had its own hat. I'm no exhibitionist to go into the world all naked-like.
Yeah, my mother and father told me the story of my first day like they do every year. My older brother was too young to remember, and my younger sisters are well, my younger sisters.
My dad actually hurt himself he was smiling so hard that day.
Apparently, even though my eyes were closed hard, I still didn't like the light on my face; and was noticeably less loud and pained-looking when my father stepped in front of the light, and I was in his shadow.
My parents squeezed me tight, walked outside into the sunlight and I started to calm a little.
Apparently, all I'd wanted, from the beginning, was warmth. The warmth of my parents, the warmth of the sun, the warmth of blankets and cradles.
And yes, I hatched with a hat on. My egg had its own hat. I'm no exhibitionist to go into the world all naked-like.
Have I ever told you how much I love reading your posts?
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
I like to imagine the hat was on top of your egg and when its shell broke the hat just dropped down right onto your head.
Central, the only way that that could be more awesome and cartoony is if I already had a hat inside the egg, and my egg had its own, separate hat, that fell on my head over my hat. Hats within hats within hats.
A brief note to all concerned: I will be out tomorrow and possibly in New York the day after that, so if there is anything important that you have to tell me, spit it out now before I head up into northern climes.
Sredni, I...I always wanted tell you that....I....no, wait, I forget.
(This entire thread is filled with laughter; thank you, all of you)
“Once upon a time, I met a prince… the Prince of Nigeria. Throughout his lovely poetry and wonderful serenades of emails, I couldn’t help but fall in love with him. Too bad falling in love with a prince isn’t all flowers and bunnies as fairytales claimed.
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time I was on my way
thanks to you I'm much obliged
such a pleasant stay
Never occurred to me I'd say something embarrassing
I've always found it odd that this is everyone's first assumption.
Imipölex G said:Revealing to who? The surgeon? The nurses? I seriously doubt they'd give a shit.
It's not about them caring. I'd care.
When it came time in Windows 7 to come up with the names of the various subteams, two of the proposed names wereCore OS eXperience and Find and Use eXperience, using the trendy letter X to abbreviate the trendy capitalization of the word eXperience.
The naming system was promptly reconsidered.
^...
Ding Dong the Witch is Dead, a song from the Wizard of Oz, has sold 20,000 copies this week after anti-Thatcher campaigners encouraged people to buy it to celebrate the death of the former Prime Minister.
My dad actually hurt himself he was smiling so hard that day.
Apparently, even though my eyes were closed hard, I still didn't like the light on my face; and was noticeably less loud and pained-looking when my father stepped in front of the light, and I was in his shadow.
My parents squeezed me tight, walked outside into the sunlight and I started to calm a little.
Apparently, all I'd wanted, from the beginning, was warmth. The warmth of my parents, the warmth of the sun, the warmth of blankets and cradles.
And yes, I hatched with a hat on. My egg had its own hat. I'm no exhibitionist to go into the world all naked-like.
Central Avenue: Tee hee hee.
Central, the only way that that could be more awesome and cartoony is if I already had a hat inside the egg, and my egg had its own, separate hat, that fell on my head over my hat. Hats within hats within hats.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
(This entire thread is filled with laughter; thank you, all of you)
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
oh my god.
I personally don't hear it played to hell and back but apparently others in Raleigh do.
If you liked Thrift Shop go listen to The Heist, it's a good album and "Same Love" has a fantastic message.