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 used to have a cat named Stormy
He was afraid of thunderstorms, which made me giggle
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
*sticks shipping stickers on the next poster's face*
MY WEEB MOMENT: I saw a menu had bamboo shoots as a vegetable, and I was like shit how exotic! just like my Japanese animes! I gotta try that! and I did, and it turned out to be something I'd had in meals for years without knowing the name
really I don't think Rosko's Basilisk is any more or less inherently silly than any other religious idea, but it's more its believers refusal to acknowledge it as such that grates.
really I don't think Rosko's Basilisk is any more or less inherently silly than any other religious idea, but it's more its believers refusal to acknowledge it as such that grates.
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He was afraid of thunderstorms, which made me giggle
Or someone called Charity being a complete bitch.
Ty Burrel did a fantastic job as Peabody, and Agamemnon will never not be amusing to me.
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Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
funny that, I was wondering why Sandler was resoling a shoe
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
I mean, it's still a jelly-filled donut.
You can't stake your live on a savior machine.