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5 months agoLet’s hear it.
The details of my life are quite inconsequential… very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen-year-old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet.
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Cake day: June 30th, 2023
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“Unprecedented” and “Slammed”
I read those two words in any article and I’m immediately second guessing my will to read more.
Cancer rope-a-doping us with robots and AI.
Kill me snoo snoo bot.
It’s the only way I can finish.
That’s hilariously wrong.
Dear H. Ford,
We are sorry to hear that you would like to stay dead. But here at Disney we just love this dying wish for you, your gunna be in India Jones 12. And 13… And…21… And…
Gunna get a Don’t Reanimate sticker on my driver’s license.
Now THIS is pod racing.