Listen, thst dog ain't assing anything except a boot in the face. The average mall ninja has a machete that will corportulate that furry fuck in 1.87 seconds, flat. Even sound, because there are Buddhas who are fucking on your coffee table at .1 picometers and they WILL make a noise when they want to teach you how to perceive n undo the karmic fetters that bind one to the existence-illusion complex, obviously.
I tell people that I told my ROTC cadre that my nonexistent sister got me pregnant and that's why I stare at goats now, which is a fancy way to say I do counterintelligence, and everyone disappears from my perspective.
I'm drawing attention to my educational (f)art project while simultaneously goading someone who thought a less-hyperbolous but still nonsensical analogy was the greatest tweet anyone's ever made. I mean, I remember the first time something I did got seen by millions, so I can understand their enthusiasm to defend it, at the same time, we're still talking about AI data centers, right? I am, at least.
Is that like the water jet from the swimming pool? Can I masturbate with it, too, or will it melt my nads into a gooey paste? I'm gunna try either way, I just wanna know what to expect.
Something I want to say to the judge tomorrow that they won't see coming:
How honest am I? Your honor, if you would allow me, I am prepared to regale the court with my 100k word dissertation on why feet are cute, which I have memorized.
This is why we should ban cars outright. Go back to writing on paper. I can stick a pen in my ass and make a cute drawing of a cat. In fact, I might be able to eat a cat and defecate it later, to make it more realistic. And that's what we need to be; realistic.
Listen, thst dog ain't assing anything except a boot in the face. The average mall ninja has a machete that will corportulate that furry fuck in 1.87 seconds, flat. Even sound, because there are Buddhas who are fucking on your coffee table at .1 picometers and they WILL make a noise when they want to teach you how to perceive n undo the karmic fetters that bind one to the existence-illusion complex, obviously.