…the fuck? What are these questions.
All human discovery will be fed to the orphan crushing machine. It’s a law of science.
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Not sure if it’s done somewhere else, but in Brazil after the first person write the happy birthday message the rest of the group chat just copy paste the original message and send it. So the first person try to write a personalized message trying to make the copy pasting funnier.
Sky’s rim belongs to the Nords!
Piper perry vibes
Cars > public transportation. I forget things & often have to turn back, and I like the freedom to change my mind at any point, stop where I want, and go wherever I want. I also hate being forced into shared public spaces. I also hate the idea of trusting the government to make any of it in any way near efficient. Fuck public transportation.
I’m autistic so I have a Reeeeee pass
90% and I feel that’s generous to the supposed 10%
Literally op is Satan so…
Guarantee you’ll have a lot more lady friends if you can figure it out though
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OpenSus
I literally can’t read this could you flip the text back upright? I think it might be written in Australian.
Yo, what in the fuck
Why is it, I wonder, that society frowns upon my actions when all I do is bring justice to the fore? Why is it that when a teenager transgresses, they are merely given a slap on the wrist, yet when I, Freddy Krueger, take matters into my own hands, I am the monster?Isn’t it peculiar how these youngsters roam the streets at night, unchecked, unchallenged, while I lurk in the shadows, branded the villain? I merely expose the darkness within them, a reflection of their own misdeeds, yet I am the one hunted. Isn’t there a hint of hypocrisy in that?I question the very fabric of this so-called justice. Where does the true evil lie? In the heart of a misunderstood avenger, or in the actions of unruly teens who threaten the very fabric of societal norms?Why does society choose to coddle these miscreants while condemning me? I am but a mirror to their misdeeds, a harbinger of consequences long overdue. Is it not fair to say that I am the embodiment of justice, veiled in a nightmarish guise?And yet, I am the one to be feared? The one to be hunted? Oh, the irony that drips from the blades of my fingers, as they long to carve the truth into the hearts of those who dare defy the balance.Isn’t it worth pondering, who is the real monster here? Just asking questions.
Damn I chewed