(chainsmoking desperately) and another thing. the kevjean storyline makes all during/post-canon kandreil funnier. imagine you have been in love with a man for four years of your life but you convince yourself it doesn’t matter because he is straight and then you find out he does like men. men under 6ft. men with psych ward records. men wanted by the fbi. men who speak quebecois french. wouldn’t you just kill yourself. then you realize you can’t because he made you promise you wouldn’t.
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"Of course my room is messy, I am a beautiful transgender woman"
Wakin bakin on my day off is the reason I live, too muddy to mountain bike unfortunately 😑
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if killer has differently sized eyes then does he blink like those lizards that have each eye blink abnormally. like the small eye has to be shut for a full second and then the big eye has to take a minute to blink. his blinks are delayed. they have their own timer. is this purposeful??? perhaps killer is doing it on purpose to freak people out and its just a really really really long running inside joke between himself and himself. or it could actually be srs and he can't blink synchronized. or he could use it to his advantage by like never having one eye closed ever. he'd never be held back by the disability that is blinking. AND it's a psychological trick on his enemy because they're weirded out like "why isnt this prick blinking normally"
does this make the top 20 dumbest triglycercule posts. i think this is a solid 12/20
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"we wanna see a reeeeally heart-thumping blood-spilling cool fight, so don't be another boring target! pleeeease!"
needles of the church, an assassin and one of the key characters in reassassination. a prodigy who sees death as a game, she 'fights' using pins, a giant zombie who protects her from harm, as a weapon.
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so like. I'm good to go, and I'm going nowhere fast, it could be worse, I could be taking you there with me, I'm good to go, but it looks like I'm still on my own. I'm good to go for something golden, though the motions I've been going through have failed, and I'm coasting on potential towards a wall at a hundred miles an hour, when I say: Two more weeks, my foot is in the door, yeah, I can't sleep, in the wake of Saturday (Saturday). Saturday, when these open doors were open-ended. Saturday, when these open doors were open-ended. Pete and I attacked the laws of Astoria with promise and precision, and mess of youthful innocence, and I read about the afterlife, but I never really lived more than an hour (More than an hour), when I say: Two more weeks, my foot is in the door, yeah, I can't sleep, in the wake of Saturday (Saturday). Saturday, when these open doors were open-ended. Saturday, when these open doors were open-ended. And I read about the afterlife, but I never really lived. And I read about the afterlife, but I never really lived. Two more weeks, my foot is in the door, me and Pete, in the wake of Saturday. Saturday, when these open doors were open-ended. Saturday, when these open doors were open-ended. Saturday, saturday.
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