If that means we all turn into Bryan Cranston I’m all for it.

I just stepped on path that giants treaded before me.

You should buy second hand. It gives you a legs up.

Fragmentation! No breeding!
Don’t give a fuck, I’m not even bleeding.

Paraphrasing someone relevant: That’s just percentages.

She cant. She came back from the future, like a Terminator, and stuffed her past-self glands with tardigrades, so her pre-tears are transported to a micro verse that needs salt water for reasons.

I liked the series. Not my favourite. But I like it.

Thank you.
No one appreciates my penis like you 😪

Yeah…the new Dumbass Of Government Efficiency (DOGE) will be right on that. Top priority…I’m sure…

Geo, dude…

A monkey already wrote Shakespeare. Anything it’s possible.

Something something Schrodinger Oil.

“I told you I would tell you my names.
This is what they call me.
I’m called Glad-of-War, Grim, Raider, and Third. I am One-Eyed.
I am called Highest, and True-Guesser. I am Grimnir, and I am the Hooded One. I am All-Father, and I am Gondlir Wand-Bearer.
I have as many names as there are winds, as many titles as there are ways to die.
My ravens are Huginn and Muninn, Thought and Memory; my wolves are Freki and Geri; my horse is the gallows.”

It’s wine…made by the stomped corpses of his enemies.

No one asked about your mother.

😯

With more than one, a union can be formed. So, no.

Sorry for the late response.

Some kind of Stockholm syndrome i guess.

This companies violates us constantly, but most people are so traumatised by ads and social presure that they don’t see it anymore.

I put ads before social presure due to comedy, but also:

Ads eats brains. Thus creating mindless consumers. Oh look, the perfect consumer!

I met a shitposter from modern social media,
Who asked with a frown, wrinkle lip
And sneer of cold contempt:

“Do you have some reason why you think
This company with vast amounts of these
stamped lifeless things
Will go bankrupt and/or split up?”

But regardless of all the corp-simping,
In the future, only these words survive.

"My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;

Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!

Nothing beside remains. Round the decay

Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare

The lone and level sands stretch far away."

He had already created the playground, now he wanted to explore it.