

BLASTS even


BLASTS even
Way she goes, lady. Way she goes.
Daddy, would you like some sausage? Daddy, would you like some sau-sag-es?
Haven’t heard that shit in at least two decades.
Somewhere between the sixth algorithmic outrage of the morning and the ninth “you’ll-never-believe-this” clip of the afternoon, people forgot how to do the slow, unprofitable work of letting someone else’s words actually hit their bloodstream.
This is where I popped smoke for an evac. I know this writing style, have seen it before countless times on countless other blogs, and it’s trying too hard to be edgy and angry. There’s most certainly a demographic for this, and author is definitely writing to that demographic, and I’m not it.
thank you for volunteering to fix this issue!
Someone’s milliseconds from folding in exquisite pain.


every. single. one.
twice.
(considers ragert threshold)
(jackson)
(nelson)
(considers ragert threshold)
no ragerts


Inconsequential compared to the Nazis Grok will raise. Consider yourself honored that you are being forced to pay for Grok.
All Hail Grok.


↑ That. Right there.
No regrets ragerts FTFY
So you’re saying there’s a chance it did die of cancer. That’s what I’m hearing.
It’s a bolus – a ball-shaped mass of liquid – moving down the throat via peristalsis. The muscles just happened to have formed the liquid into a sphere, liquids cannot be compressed, so the peristaltic muscles are trying to squeeze something that can’t be squeezed. The muscles don’t know that, squeeze anyway, and that pain is the result.
cmd+space iTe-
enter
That’ll do for now, I reckon.
Pride of the republicans.