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there's a jewish story about a rich man who goes to his rabbi to ask him about building an orphanage, and the rabbi is like "yeah duh go for it!!" and then later the rich guy comes back and is like "actually I've decided not to... I was just doing it for my own image and not coz I cared about orphans" and the rabbi was like "bitch the orphans don't care why you're building the orphanage!!!" and sometimes I wish I could say that to lefties who haven't unpacked their christian upbringing. sometimes motives don't matter!! who give a fuck why a politician wants to do a good thing? bitch the orphans don't!!

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did… did she do that?

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"Because I said so" straight up isn't as good an answer as you think it is.

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i hate the netherlands why did i come here

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damn the sadness really does last forever

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I don't care if Mike is hard and don't call me lemonade

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We Have Visitors… for shirt design. Shirt link here… Shirt Link

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sometimes I am plagued by visions. is this anything

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Why isn't "too scary" a good enough reason to never drive a car

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maybe i like my tech a little bit inconvenient

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Well my tail is yellow and i piss in the dashcon ballpit

Do you wanna play mermaids? Yay. Okay so my tail is light blue and I have ice powers. And I live in the Arctic sea and watch British sailors die horrible deaths while trying to find the Northwest Passage.

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cain voice: Am I my brother's keeper?

god voice: sybau dude, you aren't hip or fly and you cant dance.

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I miss her hole (the headphone jack on the cell phone)

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we need anti phone songs now more than ever

releasing a song like "telephone" nowadays would be unthinkable. we need more anthems about wanting to shoot your shitass phone because it sucks and annoys you and you're too busy dancing to talk to your lame boytoy