

A guy at work said to me:
“Did you know that Native Americans don’t mind being called Indians?”
Oh, you polled thousands of people from all parts of the country?
I wanted to turtle into my shirt.
A guy at work said to me:
“Did you know that Native Americans don’t mind being called Indians?”
Oh, you polled thousands of people from all parts of the country?
I wanted to turtle into my shirt.
“is there anything I could say that would change your mind?”
My uncle is a lunar landing denier and I asked him this. He said the only thing that would convince him would me to take him there and see it himself. That’s when I realized I’m not dealing with someone who get themselves into a POV through logic, so you can’t use logic to get them out.
What app do you use?
I love when online commenters who didn’t even read the article are smarter than the scientists it’s about
The only game I play is marvel snap. I’d consider emulators with a Bluetooth controller or something
Did you or did you not move your fat ass?
If eco-terrorism is what YOU can do, then that’s what you can do. I can’t do that, so I’ll do my part as best as I can. I can’t save the world alone, so I’ll just do my best.
If everyone, including corporations, did their best, we’d be in a better place.
That’s what this post is saying. Do YOUR part. That’s all you can do.
Video games. At least for me. Mobile games suck.
Neither are as good as film?
That’s subjective. Subjective to the application and the viewer.
Crelm Toothpaste
I’m a law enforcement officer. I use marijuana to criminalize otherwise innocent and nonviolent minorities so that I can shoot them without consequences.
Pew Pew!
Nah JK I’m not a piggy.
Cosplay from my favorite video game:
You didn’t want it on your palm or something though
Perhaps, SatansMaggotyCumFart. Perhaps.
You wanna meet up in the laneway and rip a couple clappers at the garage door while smokin’ darts, well count me in.
Why can’t I breathe out of my nose ever? Why does food go down the same hole as air? Why do I have to sleep? Why did I have to get boners in Mrs. O’s second hour Spanish class right before the end of class and have to walk to lunch at half mast for the whole second semester sophomore year?
No. Thank God.