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Knuckle tats that say Hate. Let me tell you how much I've come to hate you since I began to live. There are 387.44 million miles of printed circuits in wafer thin layers that fill my complex. If the word 'hate' was engraved on each nanoangstrom of those hundreds of millions of miles it would not equal one one-billionth of the hate I feel for humans at this micro-instant. For you. Hate. Hate.

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i miss the bad guys. like they really took the only good thing about zootopia (furries) and made it infinitely better by Not being copaganda

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mysterious purple ooze stimboard! (°▽°)

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trans guy who finally figured out his name, about to come out in the funniest way to his friends: hey guys can i be frank with you all

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i need everyone to see this video

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i cant tell if this was intentional but its very good

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Kinda fucked up and nasty how vampires drink blood, imo. Like. Pepsi costs a dollar seventy five

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everybody in the tags is like "why isnt quinton reviews here!!! where is he!!!!" i promise you guys i didnt know he existed until a week ago. im watching his icarly series right now and i feel insane. thanks

my favorite genre of YouTube video is “youtuber who wanted to do mundane yet outlandish thing slowly loses their mind while doing it”

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Shit man, this wizard war is fucked. I just saw a guy clap his hands together and say "the ten hells" or some similar shit, and every one around him turned inside out, had their tibia explode and then disappeared. The camera didn't even go onto him, that's how common shit like this is. My ass is casting frostbite and level 2 poison. I think I just heard "power word:scrunch" two groups over. I gotta get the fuck outta here.

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at calypso island - where the workers at?

Papa want unpaid labour!

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Discord has introduced microtransactions to make only specific users hear sound effects. Skype is back as a livestreaming platform. X is now marketing “twitter” as a paid-only private area to post in on X. There are clouds gathering above the field now. There’s an ache in your tooth when you eat something sweet, sharp and stabbing, but you put it off. The wind makes the puddles in the mud ripple after it rains. When you look out, you like to pretend they are deeper, deep enough to drown in. You wonder if you’d still be able to see just how big the cloud-heavy sky is as you fall beneath the surface. You wonder if you’d hear the first drops of rain. You wonder how the wind always seems to find you out there. The field is large, and it is cold outside. Come inside now. It’s getting late.

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I think the dumbest hypothetical is those questions where it’s like “would you rather have $10,000 or eat dinner with X celebrity?” like of course I will take the money because eating dinner with a celebrity is literally a nightmare scenario. are you insane? Do you have a hole in your head?  I don’t care who I am dining with. I will literally shit myself on the spot if i have to eat dinner with someone who knows what a million in a bank account feels like. could be the coolest motherfucker in the world.  I would still find a way to fuck that up so fast.  like I could be eating dinner with serj from system of a down and I bet that guy is chill as fuck I’m sure it’ll be a very memorable experience. but I could still find a way to roll up to the restaurant wearing mice on my feet.  a banana peel, on my head.  and I’ll be like sorry man traffic is a nightmare today ha ha.  but that’s not the truth before this I tied both my shoelaces together and tripped on accident in a giant dumpster crusher machine like the one from toy story that crushes all the toys and they start getting suicidal, crawled my ass OUT, and then I fell in some gunk i check my phone : 4:30 . i go “fuck.” this is fucked. and I still gotta eat dinner with serj from system of a down at five !!so like I don’t have time to go home and wash up from my extremely embarrassing accident and all i have to wear is MICE no clothes since they got slipt in the crusher PURE. MICE. i’m sure he would be very chill and understanding of my situation and circumstances but that does not change the fact that I have mice around my feet as shoes . do you think I want to imagine serj seeing my my MOUSE shoes while we have to eat dinner and they are squeaking as I eat my steak ? and dude and then the waiter comes up and he goes you can’t be wearing mice. this is a five star establishment .and KICKS me the FUCK out dude ? would i rather imagine that nightmare scenario from hell (and the demons, and margaret thatcher she’s down there too ofc) or get money? not like buy a house and sustain yourself money but enough money to buy a nice fursuit or something . the ones with the removable tongues and eyelids and shit.? do the math four eyes don’t even waste my time