thats a great 8dea heh
I agree. I am supposed to be just peachy with and validate some notion they are discussing this or any matter in good faith, while they are voting to kill my healthcare, prop up Russia, just so they can be racist? While “cleverly” refusing to sincerely discuss anything, adamantly trying to gaslight sincere prople with whatever the Russian propaganda of the hour is?
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Fair enough! So they are trying to get out of paying for a double! I understand now. Tell them the glass is actually half empty!!! lol
Fair enough! Tell them it’s actually half empty! I can see your point. So they are trying to get out of paying for a double!
I ask for no ice because pop is pretty cold when it comes out anyways and I hate watered down pop. Also if I take it home I can put it in the fridge … and it doesnt get watered down.
I upvoted u man. The “hay world im too stupid to read so ill just go “HAY WORLD I CANT READ” haha now applaud, SELF BURN” self burn was old 30 years ago. We get it, u cant read. BUT IM NOT TWASTING MY TIME TYPING ALL THIS OUT. lol. Writing long, convoluted run on sentences filled with shitty grammar and what not is my thing, its therapeutic…I can keep this up all night. It is soothing. <3
u ran my comment thru an ai autocapitalizer whoooptie whoooop, brute
nuance matters. brute
In the stillness of the midnight hour, When dreams unfurl with quiet power, A secret dance, unseen, unfolds, A tale of spiders, brave and bold.
Teenage risktakers, nimble, sly, With silken threads, they dare to fly. From ceilings high, they bungee down, Into the dark, without a sound.
Silent as shadows, they descend, On daring missions, round the bend. A careful line, each taking turn, A nighttime rite, no cause for concern.
They know the risk, they know the score, To wake you up would mean no more. So deftly, softly, they embark, In moonlit rooms, so still, so dark.
Through parted lips, they make their way, A fleeting touch, then swift relay. A secret sport, a hidden game, Unknown to you, their nightly claim.
Yet you sleep on, in peaceful rest, Untroubled by their silent quest. For in this dance of spiders’ flight, They leave no trace, no mark, no fright.
And when the dawn breaks, soft and clear, The spiders fade, they disappear. A secret kept, a tale untold, Of teenage spiders, brave and bold.
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You have no idea? Might want to check that out. May have been born without a useful chunk of your brain. Just concerned about you.