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 want [X] to die in a hobo fire. No, a series of hobo fires. Each more fiery and hobo-ridden than the last, leading up to a fiery white dwarf star surrounded by the universe's premier hobo-run Dyson Sphere
I got halfway down to university, passed my reflection in a window, realised just how bad my hair was looking, then turned around to go back home and wash it.
Should have twigged that it needed a proper wash and not just dry shampooing when the hairbrush got stuck.
I'm really looking forward to about, I don't know, 30-50 years from now when some irreverent jerk decides to write a TrumpxPutin romance story set in the here and now.
Because pointed political commentary is less funny than absurdist historical revisionism. Same way that Nixon's presidency in Futurama would have been less funny if Nixon was still president
I'm fine in that I just saw the aftermath. Two cars hit head on, with a taxi having its driver's door caved in.
There was so much debris everywhere, all three services were there at the scene. I watched from a forensics perspective, but then I realised why I wanted to avoid car crashes in the first place and went inside.
Crappy clickbait sites are weirdly fascinating. It's kind of like Punch Buggy, only you write down how many sites are for overpriced supplements, and how many are to celebrity trivia that's been recycled, oh, about 42 times.
This one is a bizarre screed about Hillary and the pharmaceutical industry, which almost certainly means it's going to segue into an ad for some kind of supplement.
EDIT: I was right. One supposedly cures cancer (and indeed, a bunch of the screed was old "chemo is poison" tropes that have been around since at least the 1970s), and the other supposedly cures diabetes.
As for the celebrity ones, whoever is writing a lot of them is, like, really thirsty. Like, "my dog begging for candy when he's not allowed to have it" level drooling.
I'm heading to bed a bit early tonight, since I'm worn out (I wanted to go to bed as soon as I got home) and I want to at least attempt to get back on a sensible schedule again.
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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
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Should have twigged that it needed a proper wash and not just dry shampooing when the hairbrush got stuck.
With short hair it's pretty much a non issue
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
Three car pile up outside my Halls.
There was so much debris everywhere, all three services were there at the scene. I watched from a forensics perspective, but then I realised why I wanted to avoid car crashes in the first place and went inside.
Pretty much whenever i see more than one transistor I'm all, whoa, whoa, you want me to do math? Do i look like a computer to you?