Альма_Крольчиха @DissonantEevee@glaceon.social

You know what, fuck you, this is way too many of us.

Maxim 70: Failure is not an option. It is mandatory. The option is whether or not to let failure be the last thing you do.

Let's set the scene: it's been raining for 8 hours, and you've been walking for 9 along abandoned streets, heart frozen with fear and your young life on your back, staring at railroad tracks too scared to see if this freight train will take you anywhere but here. The house full of bad memories you want to leave behind, the vengeful parents searching for you, the situation that made you desperate for something, anything, that might be wonderful? Yeah, that's the suck. And this too is part of the suck, the moment when you wonder if you've abandoned every hope and dream.

Welcome to the suck. Keep slogging on, there's some kind of tomorrow coming.

Management is not responsible for new and rediscovered fetishes*

*unless it's funny

Adding new rule: if you're not old enough to drink, you're not old enough to be my friend

Reb. Chernov, Reb. Chernov! What does the Talmud say about my situation?
“The Talmud says you're a dumbass"

Finding my gender in the uncanny valley

Gonna try to come up with the most rancid takes I think an Online UwU soff-wacist anawko-pupper could theoretically have and attribute them to Len Boobar

Poe's Law states that it is impossible to create a satirical statement that cannot be mistaken for genuine belief.
Esvrld's Theorum states that all possible satirical statements already exist as genuine belief.

Len Boobar, who exists as a theoretical construct and holds infinite satirical statements as genuine belief, is a statistical outlier and was not counted.

THE MURDERMAID ARRIVES

Ah yes, the blatantly corrupt police chief, complaining about Revy creating paperwork.
And the cigarette kiss in the back of the cop car.

Revy: what do you want me to write on your tombstone?
Rock: There's no cure for a fool with a gun

Oh yeah, Rock shows his chops negotiating with the Ripoff Church. Good scene

The little pit of grass and flowers that this butterfly landed in? They fucking wrecked it.

Fucking knew Esvrld did the joke first but better

We set our scene in fair New York City, two sportsball franchises, both alike in dignity I am pulled offstage by crowds of jeering New Yorkers, united in the sheer insult of suggesting their teams might be equal

Oh, Sporting Kansas City
Time To Drown In The Sound