Those microplastics ain't shortening my lifespan fast enough to matter.
Drugshroom cloud.
His did they not go with "cockpocalypse"? I mean c'mon, it was right there.
If your idea if fun is to jump from a lethal height and trust some fabric to keep you alive, I'm just incapable of feeling bad when it kills you. Same for cave diving, incidentally. So you know how easy it is to not do something that can kill you? FFS, I've lived more days of my life, for about 40 years, resisting suicidal ideation, and you're just like "lol gonna go reboot gate today for thrills." Nope, you had this fucking coming bub.
Todd?
"Well now that you've caught me I guess I'll have to recuse myself."
Did she sneak into your room and steal it? No? Just me then, I guess.
My experience is annoyance followed by closing the tab.
Santa isn't delivering shit to a house that's brim-full of gun happy lunatics. Christmas magic don't protect him from bullets.
Clearly they all think this is hilarious, so who cares.
But then you won't be able to play videogames.


