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
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
Oral lore says that in 1861, 125 men supposedly gathered in an informal meeting and passed by 85 to 40 a resolution to secede from the United States. Because Town Line was never an incorporated municipal entity in the first place and had no well-defined boundaries, the resolution had no legal effect; neither the Confederacy nor U.S. ever formally recognized the action.[2] The town historian says there are no written records of what happened.[3]
Question: Why do people get tattoos of their baby's name on them? That baby will grow up, look at the tattoo and think "What the fuck were you thinking Dad/Mum?!" You don't get tattoos for every aborted foetus, do you?
One of my flatmates constantly says "We shouldn't throw out our cardboard or cans, don't worry, I'll recycle them."
The fucking pile of cardboard and cans has been sat in the kitchen for more than two bloody weeks and it hasn't moved! I just gave up and threw them in the bins in our Halls. Along with the overflowing bin. Again. Even though it wasn't my fucking turn.
One of my flatmates constantly says "We shouldn't throw out our cardboard or cans, don't worry, I'll recycle them."
The fucking pile of cardboard and cans has been sat in the kitchen for more than two bloody weeks and it hasn't moved! I just gave up and threw them in the bins in our Halls. Along with the overflowing bin. Again. Even though it wasn't my fucking turn.
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
Amusing thing spotted on the way to school: traffic cones with just "TRANSPORTATION" stenciled on them
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
Ah, the curse of Not Enough Bathrooms. I know that one well.
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's start a crappy rock band called McCracken Power Plant
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
In an amazing coincidence, the American holiday Thanksgiving falls on the same date as Centralia's National Novembing Day
Nah people believe this about Amnesia: A Machine For Pigs because people don't like good games.
this is an opinion people have about any video game that's not Pac-Man.
Pac-Man is an atrocious game
From it's shameless retro-attempt to appeal to eighties kids, to it's idiotically simplistic gameplay, the whole package is just insultingly indie. Ghosts are added, perhaps as some sort of ham-fisted symbol of death, and the whole game revolves around eating flashing pellets, perhaps reflecting the creator's obsession with food. Pac-Man himself controls like a sack of potatos, and the whole game seems destined to be played by those who have only played classic games through the use of emulators and save states.
Fine, if you're one of those insipid manchildren who prefer hamburgers to steak, Spec Ops to CAVE shooters, beer to wine, and Russell to Nietzsche, but for those of us who are adults, Pac-Man offers little.
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Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Leeston, Virginia
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Biasedemail, Virginia
Reagan, DC
Buchanan, Nebraska
Grantburg, Virginia
New Lancaster, New Lancaster
Coat Factory, Vermont
A shitpost whose sole purpose is to insult the Confederate States of America.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
the real meaning of it
(well, i mean, _that_)
is not so much exactly what happened
and what that tells us about the two-cour story as a whole
but the fact that it happened, and the journey i took upon which i witnessed it happening
because they're just trivia in the grand scheme of things
i should be in bed
but now i'm hungry
The fucking pile of cardboard and cans has been sat in the kitchen for more than two bloody weeks and it hasn't moved! I just gave up and threw them in the bins in our Halls. Along with the overflowing bin. Again. Even though it wasn't my fucking turn.
(no offense meant but just funny to post in response)
That'll narrow it down!
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead