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this is how you know Twitter is officially cooked

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Mark the electrician has been here for five minutes and he’s already said “well that’s…weird” twice from the other room and frankly I’m afraid to ask.

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The transhumanists are sending theoretical gangs of hypothetical cyborg warriors to possibly some day kick my ass after I called their ideology reddit

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been trying to use more gender neutral language lately since ive a habit of referring to the group i hang out with as "the lads". which sometimes works but i currently am mostly hanging around with a bunch of non binary and genderless individuals so i feel like lads is not accurate. but instead calling them stuff like "everyone" ive taken to calling them "pikmin" due to the fact that they skitter around and idle aimlessly unless i take the lead and direct them towards a task such as carrying objects to bring back to my ship in order for me to escape the planet before my life support system runs out of power

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best sequence ever???

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you guys have all this vitriol for lord licorice like you werent getting parked in the molasses swamp for 10 turns consecutively. you are letting your preconceived notions of appearance as an arbiter of morality propagandize you into ignoring the real enemy. grow up.

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do you think joey knows the word egyptologist

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Godman's Sarota Metalmark (Sarota myrtea), family Riodinidae, Costa Rica

photograph by José Alberto Cubero Guevara

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so my highschool was huge, and for god knows what reason, cross country was super popular. at my highschool of maybe 6000 kids we have close to 750 cross country runners. we needed four or five busses to take us to meets. it was absolutely fucking insane.

anyway, i have this core memory of us running as this big, thundering herd down the main stroad of my hometown, and this one car had inched up pretty far past the stop sign to try and see around the car, and the guy leading our group decided, for god knows what reason, to open this big car's passenger door, scooch across the back three seats, and pop out the other side.

but then the guy behind him did the same, and we all just decided, why not, so we all did, and there was this old guy yelling at us but he couldn't just pull away because there was this unending 750 person long conga line of overheated hyperventilating sweat slick scrawny mormon kids slithering all over his leather seats and if hed tried to pull away at any point after the first guy he'd have kidnapped at least three of em.

for bonus points this guy lived in the area, and every time we ran past him he'd just lay on the horn, but to get back at him wed run into neighborhoods that we saw him enter and wed make these giant congo lines at crosswalks and shit just to fuck with him. we tormented that man.

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uh oohhh forgot to wipe down the cutting board from last night before cutting up strawberries #onionberries #onionberries #onionberries #onionberries #onionberries

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POV : you're about to get served the most bomb food to ever exist possibly

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"Ok, ma'am that'll be 226.03$."

I take my wallet out of my pocket and unfold it. It is empty other than a single moth that lazily flies out. The moth lands on the tap point of the card reader. There's a beat, and my payment is processed. The moth flies back into my wallet and I put it back in my pocket.

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this is a typo in a textbook written by the professor of this class, it cost me $105, i will be sharing with the world