Yeah…the new Dumbass Of Government Efficiency (DOGE) will be right on that. Top priority…I’m sure…

If your ride consents to that, just pug the hole.

Its some new Zemekis movie where he uses AI to go through 60 years of a person life.

Can’t be bothered to search.

Something something Schrodinger Oil.

“I told you I would tell you my names.
This is what they call me.
I’m called Glad-of-War, Grim, Raider, and Third. I am One-Eyed.
I am called Highest, and True-Guesser. I am Grimnir, and I am the Hooded One. I am All-Father, and I am Gondlir Wand-Bearer.
I have as many names as there are winds, as many titles as there are ways to die.
My ravens are Huginn and Muninn, Thought and Memory; my wolves are Freki and Geri; my horse is the gallows.”

It’s wine…made by the stomped corpses of his enemies.

No one asked about your mother.

With more than one, a union can be formed. So, no.

Some kind of Stockholm syndrome i guess.

This companies violates us constantly, but most people are so traumatised by ads and social presure that they don’t see it anymore.

I put ads before social presure due to comedy, but also:

Ads eats brains. Thus creating mindless consumers. Oh look, the perfect consumer!

I met a shitposter from modern social media,
Who asked with a frown, wrinkle lip
And sneer of cold contempt:

“Do you have some reason why you think
This company with vast amounts of these
stamped lifeless things
Will go bankrupt and/or split up?”

But regardless of all the corp-simping,
In the future, only these words survive.

"My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;

Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!

Nothing beside remains. Round the decay

Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare

The lone and level sands stretch far away."

He had already created the playground, now he wanted to explore it.

I said “no means no” but Land wasn’t having it…it violated both my legs…

Ah yes, The People’s Front of Judea and The Judean People’s Front.

When can we go past this, and agree on policies, instead of bickering about clubs.

I knew it too. I pounded her last night.

It reminds me of those Harry Potter candy, like, Nosebleed Nougat, Puking Pastilles or Fainting Fancies.

Nature cared so much about this questions that it gave sentience to itself to think about it.

“Its called the American Dream because you have to be asleep to believe in it.”

George…growp up…

“Remember who you are.”

Life will not be the same after this.
A close elevator is now an excusite art gallery.

My basketball team used to do great fart performances in the van before the out-games. Truly amazing people. Material for Fartonauts.