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Why do your mind reads in cursive?,

the newly born you-monster asked puzzled as another pop music earworm planted itself into the brain which usually went AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH the most time.

Cool, I am strong... And I have abs!,

In turn was the last thing you think as an adventurer kicks open the door with a two-handed sword in his hands

A monster forcefully switches places with you. You become a horrible creature, and the monster assumes your form. Unfortunately for the monster, your life absolutely sucks—and you have no intention of swapping back.

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After a couple of months of police interrogation the death wave finally slowed down. It also helped that a lot of said people died when the police had you present.

Anyhow, "the lottery money was well spent on the murderers months ago", you think as the police released you with a strong paper work of innovence.

Your harassing neighbor dies. Then a bullying coworker dies in a crash. Within a month, people you’ve had bad blood with start dying. The police are watching you closely—but you haven’t done anything… at least, not that you know of.

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Let's time some kill together, then.

you smirk with hollow eyes being filled with darkness of rage as the necromancy spells awake by an old unknown god.

Empty hands felt weird so you grab the empty lesser staff of even lesser lightning lying next to the wizard's body. Then you felt it — the power that transmutates the staff into the obsidian staff of necromantic void. At the same time all your white while blood tainted clothes turn black and a giant white skull appears on your chest.

Your enemies didn't hear the slightest sound as they watch in horror that the particles of their body disappear into different timelines.

You can call me The Pun-isher.

You were the healer—the last light of your party. But now your final ally dies in your arms, and there’s no one left to save. The enemy jeers, calling you useless. You look up, eyes hollow and black. The light is gone. The Void answers. You're no longer a cleric. You're something far worse.

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This is the content for which I am here. Good stuff.

Thank your local indigenous crop maker today!

Everyone say thank you american indigenous people for cultivating corn, potatoes, peppers, tomatoes, cacao, pumpkin, squash, and anything i missed. Makes life more meaningful globally

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I once was gifted a nice Multitool and put it somewhere.

I didn't find it ever again. Even after moving and unpacking all boxen.

The Multitool probably fell into a dimensional void.

CIA spook: Sir, we cannot longer track the subject's thing. The subject must have gotten knowledge of our surveillance activities.

CIA boss: oh no, that means the thing is objectively unfindable, forever, because—

CIA spook: —because he put it somewhere absentmindedly in plain sight!

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CIA spook: Sir, we cannot longer track the subject's thing. The subject must have gotten knowledge of our surveillance activities.

CIA boss: oh no, that means the thing is objectively unfindable, forever, because—

CIA spook: —because he put it somewhere absentmindedly in plain sight!

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Evil queen: well how about some boobies cuddling then? 😏

Knight: you haven't come across aro-ace people, did you? *draws magic evil smiter sword*

Queen: 🤔 Your words are true, I haven't. It sounds like you are already cursed.

Knight: For some it might be a curse, for others a blessing.

The pregnant evil queen smirks as she places a hand on her swollen belly. "Now hero, you won't kill the mother of your own child, will you?" "Lady, I am female, infertile, and never had sex before, so that lie is not going to work on me."

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Me: 🥵

Also me: Listen, son. It's just a drawing

Happy easter!

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"Tree shyness" isn't a thing for all trees BTW. But that doesn't mean they do not cooperate. Often trees connect to others by means of the mycelium network underground.

Touching grass is cool and all. How about this?

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Ah yes the cuck jester

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i like working at plant store. sometimes you ring up someone and there's a slug on their plant and so you're like "Oh haha you've got a friend there let me get that for you" and you put the slug on your hand for safekeeping but then its really busy and you dont have time to take the slug outside before the next customer in line so you just have a slug chilling on your hand for 15 minutes. really makes you feel at peace with nature. also it means sometimes i get to say my favorite line which is "would you like this free slug with your purchase"

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We can solve this stroke because we know two points. If we subtract the go to to from the from to to from so we know where we didn't went from to in-between from to and by not going from to to from (using begoneial terms).

So we arrive at from from.

i wanna go to to and go from to to from

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Bless your good soul 🥹

POOR PUPPY- *draw it to be taken care of

Better :)

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Squishy and soft 🥰 I mean what's not to like in a girl? Also ITT:

Big girls

Pretty kitty girls

Really witty girls

Singing ditty girls

I like the leggy girls

With the nice thighs

I like a good chest

No matter what size

I like the belly folds

I like the six packs

Really tall queens

And the short stacks

From the mild girls

To the wild girls

You got style, girls

Make ’em riled, girls

Life hard, Luna soft -Summer probably