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Well obviously I can’t have chronic fatigue, that’s a real problem for real disabled people that’s diagnosed by doctors probably. Clearly I just have some sort of perpetual exhaustion issue, that is also almost certainly my fault somehow
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sometimes you need dialogue tags and don't want to use the same four
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It is with a heavy heart that I inform you that the Gavle Goat has survived 2024

I wish you all the best in 2025 and look forward to the goat (hopefully) burning this upcoming December.
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"i cant wait to update my fic", i says with joy i was then shot 57 times
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Pool # 27 - Ann Goldberg , 2016.
Canadian , b. 1970s
Oil on canvas , 30 x 48 in.
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imagine if people still took last names from their trade like fisher, smith and fletcher. imagine some guy introducing himself to you as jonathan podcaster
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this reminds me of the time in 2025 when someone pushed down the leaning tower of pisa and spacex donated $1.6 billion to fix it
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man this year is gonna be the year i either die or become someone else i dont know which one maybe both
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Thinking about when I worked at a shitty restaurant + one night it was just me + 3 other women on closing shift, so some guy came in the back and waved a knife around, presumably for money but I’m not actually certain, bc he was met with the bartender holding a much bigger knife, a tiny teenager wielding a cast iron pan, an elderly woman holding up a crockpot of clearly boiling water, and me, turning on the meat slicer with eye contact for maximum effect. He left, but the moral of the story is not girl power or whatever, it’s just. Why the fuck would you threaten a room full of underpaid and sleep-deprived blue-collar workers surrounded by lethal weapons.
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