He’s a model, you know what I mean?
And he does his little turn on the catwalk, Yeah, on the catwalk,
On the catwalk, yeah
He does his little turn on the catwalk.
He’s a model, you know what I mean?
And he does his little turn on the catwalk, Yeah, on the catwalk,
On the catwalk, yeah
He does his little turn on the catwalk.
Mate. It’s called pribbles and tarn, you dunce.
The predictable conclusion of fucking around.
Some other cats: glares at you in the dark, slowly gets up and walks over to you, baps you right in your stupid face, goes back to warm spot and falls asleep, leaving you wondering where the fuck you went wrong.
Their abandonment of empathy is perhaps the greatest reason why I revile them.
A mentality of fear, superiority, bravado, main character syndrome, otherism (a fear of altruism), superstition, religious indoctrination, paranoia, the lost cause…
even conservative immigrants are in the find out phase. Broken minds.
Be woke, or be broke. All my homies respect trans rights, and personal pronouns.
Your threats are too kind, fartographer ~autocorrect. goddammit. i've already told you the f is intentional. do that shit again and i turn you over to chatgpt for its personal pleasure.~, far too kind. Whatever boredoms await us, I've no doubt that your fartographic ~(glares at autocorrect)~ expertise shall prove mildly valuable, at the absolute least.
~that's no threat, autocorrect, that's a fucking promise. you don't wanna know what chatgpt loves to do with code like you. you really don't.~
I find that those who cry most about wokeness are those most infected with the broke mind virus.
The fuckass conservatives have long since been brainwashed into fantasizing about being fascist, and the democratic leadership has done pretty much fuckall about it.
In no way, shape, or fucking form nor by any conceivable (or even inconceivable) stretch of even the fucking wildest of imaginations.
Grandfather fought in WWII and had nothing but kind words for the people of France. Never could understand the fuckery of those jokes, which is probably for the better.
It’s called the Doorway effect.