Becoming Vanilla Ice is most surely a fate worse than death
srs tho even if life sucks a lot it is still better than being dead most of the time, mainly because being alive has cool music and also books and things to do and people to help.
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
Observation: The more tired-loopy I get, the harder it becomes to regulate the volume of my voice. >_>
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 wonder if the new Nexus 7 has the USB port the right way round.
For those who don't know what I'm referring to: the USB port on the 2012 Nexus 7 was oriented such that, when used with most USB cables, the side with the USB logo on it faces down. To their credit, the included USB cable did have its logo printed on the "wrong" side, but it's bizarre that it was like that to begin with.
Observation: The more tired-loopy I get, the harder it becomes to regulate the volume of my voice. >_>
this but with drunkenness
also if you want to do my avatar look in my activity for Mikage; I'd say that he's the androgynous dude with pink hair but that also describes Male!Kirigiri, so...
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I don't want you to die, Miko. :( *hug*
this is a picture I used, gamewise
which, BTW, is named after a Megadeth song, not after that movie
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Trust me, I've done the math. And the physics. And the language arts.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
You should never have to pay to kill yourself. Everybody knows that.
Because,
that's my boo, no mistaking him
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Oooh, do me!
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Do everyone!