it’s made for many. say it a few times, friar tuck fire truck
it’s made for many. say it a few times, friar tuck fire truck
“to test US”
us. not her. us. fuck her, it’s for us.
i’m surprised you didn’t smack someone.
Every word I say is a lie. In fact, I’m lying right now.
(Does that count as one?)
my unemployment, anxienty, depression, and alcoholism need to have a chat with Epicurus…
HEY! every once in a while it feels, like, kinda special and directed at me. so doesn’t that mean that - aside from all the times it doesn’t - the world was created just for me, in “my image”?
WHO PUT ALL THESE VIENNA SAUSAGES ON MY FRETBOARD!!?
Suggestion: Let’s NOT do the shit they do instead!
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just started looking for a new job for the first time since around 2008… am i correct to assume that absolutely NOTHING is real any more? not just craigslist (which is funny to think i’m looking for a job there to begin with, but fuck i’ve checked everything). i’ve sent out so many resumes, and i think it’s all just fake posts collecting data. how does anyone apply for a fucking job these days? i can’t even find reputable postings for call centers any more.
it’s been said in other words here, but that should be good news to you. you’re probably waiting to hear that you’re in good health because your doctor is busy telling the guy next door how long he last left to live.
i once waited 7 hours once for stitches in emergency because i cut my hand on a broken glass. the guy that came in after me (AFAIK) was an OD in an ambulance.
I don’t think they care about our Yelp reviews.
There should be a chastity belt on Uber Eats with a dollar sign for a keyhole.
I mean, it’s already worked on them already…
when they’re a bit older, try “Friar Tuck Fire Truck”
:D
not a stupid question, and the answer is yes! potatoes are really resilient. you can reproduce them by cutting off and planting their ‘eyes’ (sorry, that’s the word for it - eww), and they also contain a ton of energy that lets them reach out like something from a nightmare.
i once forgot about a bag of potatoes i bought and left under the kitchen sink for a while. it was like a scene from a Cronenberg movie when i found it
Behold the Tuberphim!
you had me at “can’t grow potatoes”
reminds me of the super best friends speech from south park back in the day
Quality vs quantity.
10 comments here likely means 10 people have unique thoughts. 1000 comments usually means memes and bots.
I used to hate reddit in springtime when the kids got out from school. Now it’s always springtime.