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2 years agoThanks.
The details of my life are quite inconsequential… very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen-year-old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet.
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Eleven through nineteen do not follow the same naming convention that the twentys, thirtys, forties and so on do. For example, fifty one, fifty two… Instead of eleven it should be tenty one. The pattern should match.
I only speak English but I have always thought we should pronounce 11 through 19 as tendy one, tendy two, tendy three, tendy four… tendy nine, twenty.
Humans weren’t brushing them so this model 101 just took them. Looks great and he is clearly taking care of them.
7·2 years agoNow I’m one of those messages.
151·2 years agoNewsom is smart and quick. He would wipe the floor with him.
40 and still not anywhere close.
My brother in-law and I have this long standing joke where we order beans at restaurants. The fancier the better. “I’ll have an order of your beans.” I don’t know why its so damn funny. It’s just freaking beans. BEANz. Give’em.
Magneto put him on that mutation machine.
Interesting. So, what bugs have you eaten?
111·2 years agoThat’s hilariously wrong.
Dear H. Ford,
We are sorry to hear that you would like to stay dead. But here at Disney we just love this dying wish for you, your gunna be in India Jones 12. And 13… And…21… And…
Gunna get a Don’t Reanimate sticker on my driver’s license.
2·2 years agoRoll me into operating room. Think it was an IV drip, I was pretty scared. They are nice and talking to me about random stuff. They let me.knownthey are going to give me something to put me out. I feel a nice little high for a second. They ask me one more question and… Boom I’m in recovery talking gibberish to a nice lady telling her I miss my wife. No pain yet, but I felt physically uncomfortable. I could tell someone had been digging around in my guts. Was so happy to see my wife when she came in. They said I took a while to regain consciousness. I guess they wanted me fully coherent before letting her see me. Anyway, the whole going under was easy. Felt like… Nothing.
The pain meds, that sucked. I thought I could just stop talking them once I felt like the pain was gone. Whoa, it felt scary. Like a hallucination without seeing anything. I cut them in half and slowly backed off.
151·2 years agoKatamari Damacy!!!
7·2 years agoNice try, Spez! Get outta here! Go on, get!
I think they will know because of the echo in my bathroom.