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Is it newsworthy that Donald Trump’s share of the 2024 presidential vote has fallen below 50 percent?

You wouldn’t think it’s a big deal based on the relatively few headlines triggered by the milestone, which passed quietly last weekend as California and other states continued their glacially slow vote counts.

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by Pavel Sevryukov

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you peer out your apt window and see tired looking folks sitting on the sidewalk smoking crack and then on your way to work you walk past fent fiends standing around hunched over in a stupor and then you sit in your lover’s bedroom while you and his grandma hold him as he pleads “just kill me” over and over again in despair of his relapse and then you see the paparazzi pics of liam’s funeral and you think ok. at least he’s found some kind of release, probably. just wish his life hadn’t come to such a violent end

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what a fucking nightmare

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we have got to start putting gargoyles on buildings again

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起承あくび結

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kamala is a loser for that concession speech she should've at least said "ok go attack the capitol now" to her voters

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the amount of weed i have consumed this week,,,,, unprecedented

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“How’s life?”

Me:

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The zoo in my hometown posted this picture of one of their cheetah cubs and I'm obsessed

HIS NAME IS YAM ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDINF ME

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probably the best advice I've ever got was from my grandpa when I moved from my town and started a university, he told me to leave the house everytime when I start to feel down, just to go to the park, a supermarket, a bookstore, to even drive in a bus or tram, just be around other people because staying at home all the time kills you; and you know he was right

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we need to make using chatgpt embarrassing bc sorry it really is. what do you mean you can’t write an email

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Mangrove trees are adapted to secrete excess salt from their leaves due to their high salinity environment.

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The summer that was

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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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lowkey all the leaves are brown and the sky is grey