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asking questions so stupid not even google's broken AI has anything to say about it

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wikipedia editors are like if redditors were monks

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Discord down :pansive:

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imagine you make microwave popcorn and by wild chance every single kernel has the same exact popping point and after like a minute in the microwave the bag instantly fills up with a single earsplitting gunshot noise would that be fucked up or what

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A bunch of Obuenesparr, a species native to the planet Wolwyth, a major planet of the Retina Universe. This species appears to be made of an opaque slime, and have malleable appendages that can be shaped by the owner into many forms painlessly. More info blurbs below the cut.

Obuensparr do not have many things a Human does; teeth, noses, toes, or genital structures, as examples. These features may seem absent completely, but with the Obuenesparrs' unique features, such as their highly acidic saliva, nostrils that open into the roof of the mouth, formable suction-cup feet, and porous nether-regions, they are not necessary.

Some may say all Obunesparr look the same, however even as they are a raceless species, there are many ways to tell Obunesparr individuals apart! A key feature is the number of chin-spikes. They increase with age, starting at 1 around 20 years of age, and increasing by one around every five years. Older Obunesparr will have more than younger, and do form wrinkles the same as Humans. The most obvious way may seem to be their colors, as Obunesparr come in all visible, vibrant colors, however it is not unusual to meet two with the same color around the same age. The only saving grace here is their body shape. Obunesparr even of the same weight carry themselves differently in appendages, and also develop mass in differing areas of the body between individuals.

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here's what we know so far

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interview tomorrow mamas gonna be a barista and if the interview doesn't go well im gonna start posting traumacore edits of biggby coffee

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My Fox McCloud tulpa i made to help me drive: "Good merge kid, at this rate youll be a first rate pilot"

Me: "thanks captain, but uhh h, idk if your paw should be in my jeans while i drive"

last pure hearted man: "i hope god doesnt noticr me jaywalking"

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Someday I will have my own place. My world won’t be confined to my room. I will stumble sleepily through the house in the morning, opening the blinds. I will sit out in the backyard and look at the stars. I will go out whenever I want to. I will survive long enough to have that.

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i get into a horrific car accident while carrying a crock pot full of meatballs in the passenger seat. at the hospital, the surgeons cannot sort out which chunks of meat are me and which are not, so I end up with several meatballs sewn into my guts. despite this I make a full recovery, and they elect not to remove the meatballs because quote 'they seem comfy in there.' i go on the talk show circuit and become moderately famous as The Meatballs Woman. when i die i am buried under a gravestone with meatballs carved on it. in the year 2438, a grad student from what is now Cambodia who is studying the late pre-collapse American Empire writes her thesis on this, concluding that I probably never existed and was a conflation of several real stories and urban legends. years later, a pop-history book wildly misinterprets this and several other things, arguing for the existence of a historic American religious pantheon including figures like The Meatballs Woman, Florida Man, Emperor Norton, etc. this book sells bizarrely well and inspires a new neo-pagan movement, which in turn leads to a weird shipping community, resulting in a small but vibrant scene of ABO fics featuring me and MrBeast (who in this context has been interpreted as a god of excess and trickery)

this chilling scenario is only one of the multiple reasons I am going to attempt to not crash my car today

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"i have the right of way" was a form of protective charm uttered by urban travellers in the early 21st century. They believed this phrase acted as a ward against danger and injury, invoking the divine spirit of 'Traffic Law', one of their primary deities.

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Taur military mans

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Customer: MOTORCYCLES SAY, BRAAPP! BUT BA RAPP IS GOOD TOO. DMV: JAPANESE GAY PORN Verdict: DENIED