hi :3 yes

Are you… sure now? Have you been cured of the uncertainty? There is way?!

I mean what is the progesterone saying

What’s it say?

bruh 🐸

The Archangel of Architecture has risen to smite this blasphemous construction out of existence.

I see, thanks for the clarification. That’s an unfortunate shift.

Well you know, too often just to be gay is to do crimes.

I’m with you for cringe, but simping… eh idk. I’ve been under the impression the term encompasses unhealthy one way obsessions which are often self destructive. Of course some dumbass will cry simp at any lambda fan of fine things, but that’s just abusing the word no?

Mate. No offense I swear and I’m convinced this isn’t what this is, but your post feels like these fake “organic” posts made by marketing firms pretending to be actual human beings plugging their products in “totally normal and not staged” ways.

Ah, good question sir. I’d go for stinky as this seems to me the default butt state, as one goes through the hours of an active day rich in butt crack sweat. On the other hand, a sticky butt sounds absolutely unbearable. Think of the hair! No way. I don’t care if it makes my buns smell like cinnamon.

One of these fancy self-driving lawnmowers I see. Not gonna lie I love the design.

I too take any unwanted notification as a potential threat: the only answer is immediate annihilation of said app. Basically the dark forest hypothesis but it’s my phone.

Big “I’m done” energy. Reminds me of this one:

Kids rule indeed. Here Brayndennd, 9, could have wailed his despair at being forced to march for hours through the bleak landscape of the hypermarket. Instead he improvised a live arts performance.

Acutely aware of the material prison that is the modern North American suburb, the artist has choreographed a striking analogy of his longing for freedom with make do props found in his immediate surroundings. As the character he so strikingly plays attempts to release his soul from his mortal shell with the use of a toilet plunger, Brayndennd offers a strong social commentary on modern urbanism with metaphysical ramifications and ultimately leaves us pondering.

Trout population before spill: zero

Trout population after spill: believe it or not, still zero

Trepanning will do. Might take an extra gulp first.

I have this romantic notion they’d have a couple gulps of amber coloured spirits before the barber/surgeon would carve out the rotten parts.

this candidate surely has an immaculate past

the candidate’s closet:

You are technically correct. However, “polygamy” as become strongly connoted towards cultish, radically patriarchal communities in which a man subjugates several women in an abusive relationship. If you actually want to be understood without fuss, “polyamory” will get your point across much more smoothly. All resistance to the haphazard evolution of language is futile.