Do we have a ‘best of’ around here yet? 'Cause, damn. I’m in.
Do we have a ‘best of’ around here yet? 'Cause, damn. I’m in.
Not to mention that those tryhards going full weeboo on gatekeeping are ignoring various other “heretical” facts of sushi’s founding people, like: it’s fine to add just about anything you feel like to it. Oh, is krab™ in poor taste? What about ice cream? Snack chips? I mean, FFS, the Japanese have built a global reputation for taking a concept and improving on its efficiency or efficacy or both, all the while these scrote-bearded trogs are pinching their puds to dreams of katanas and isekai redemption. 🤪
You know it does. Where do you think “virginity” was invented? Hell is where the parties’re at and there’s no inherent need for a currency system in that dynamic. Heaven, on the other hand, is founded on an imaginary and largely arbitrary credit system. Ergo, money exists there.
Please, don’t call it that. It was, yes, technically “the president” at the time, but we don’t have to call it that anymore, or ever again — even when referring to that (not brief enough) period in history.
Yep, that tracks.
because I refuse to subscribe to the world that needs them.
Can’t see that biting you in the ass, down the way.
When does that “grave” get exhumed to see what files are quietly rotting in it?
I wish I were in the timeline he’s still alive in.
LetMeSoloHer did it in his diaper and for free, noobs! 🤩🔥🤌🏾
RemindMe whenever Nintendo first sues someone for making a Tifa lifemate AI and marrying it.
It’s still Destiny: a pay-to-win grindfest PoS. Side question: I wonder how the marketing team accomplished that feat. Oh, wait. 🤌🏽
I guess you didn’t read the news?
So is John Mulaney. Again. Yass.
Yup.
Feminine hips and high waist?
And, that’s how you get UNinvited to my parties. 🤫
“What kind of idiot do you take me for?”
“No, thanks. You can stay right where you are.”
It would sound an awful lot like the high seas, methinks.
Because, as I’ve already stated above: Heaven’s existence is inherently predicated on the knowledge of “sin”, and therefore a soul-themed credit score. Rhymes with “karma”, maybe. Who knows? Any way you spice it, credit makes heaven — that is, if innumerable denominations, et al, are any proof of. 🤷🏽♂️