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I haven’t posted in a while because of a third life crisis; I got really into ai chat bot roleplay

What if bird flu actually gave you real wings, not those metaphorical ones that go well with a halo

Very obviously meth. I am taking job offers to be a fact checker.

Laura Loomer is not happy that Elon Musk is making a mockery of Trump's big AI announcement

A change dot org petition to reclaim “Better dead than Red” to mean I’d rather die than be Republican.

You spot a mouse in your kitchen at 3am. You: *scream and run away *lunge for the spatula and go for the kill *ask for an autograph, assuming it’s Remy’s nephew, like a racist

If you smoke weed and have big, soft feet, I know a fella for you! Penis required, unfortunately:(

Let me obtuse

Chickens fear m

It’s wing night baybee, my house smells like a KFC

Flavored vapes shouldn’t be banned; just makes them spicy like Takis and Flamin’ Hot.

We all thought AI would kill humanity through robotic warfare and/or nuclear hellfire. Instead it’s killing us through accelerating global warming, which is super boring and uncool

Breaking it down ecological disaster style (I commit auicide via self immolation in the middle of a dry grassy field)

Shooting that ICE-QT target like I’m Dick Tracey

One time I was clinging to the back of a freeway sign, and a semi passed underneath, shaking it with the rush of air underneath. I felt like a spider clinging to its web while a curious 6 year old pokes it with a twig in than moment.

“y’know, I don’t understand why we can’t just keep water from those who can’t afford it”

Porky Piggin it while I Edward 40 Hands my way to the bathroom to piss in the bathtub, like a forward thinking individual.

Waking up to hearing my favorite character in my audio book dying made me despise my fellow man

Smoke? I only smoke fools like you in Yugio

Family over everything

Feelin like I’m 4 feet tall

Doing the worm for the DUI checkpoint coppers, Pump Up The Jam blaring out of my blown out 1990 ford ranger speakers, bed strewn with empty Mickey’s wide mouth bottles rattling slightly to the warbled, static riddled beat. Boot toes tap to the beat as a taser charges.

Bumping Conway The Machine in my Toyota Tacoma on my way to Costco for 15 rotisserie chickens and peanut butter pretzels for dinner for me and my 35 cats.

Fools read books and remember some of them. I smoke them pages to absorb the knowledge, and cough out ignorance. I see the prophets, the Prometheus’ of ages past smile down on my quest

I be smokin on that cringe pack, tastin like MLP and cotton camdy

Playing cooking simulator on my smart tv to feed my waifu in augmented reality

Filling a tube sock with marshmallows for the pillow fight in the yard of the jail; wearing my Nami body pillow as armor

I played so much Roboquest today that I close my eyes and see the blasts coming at me. I now know what those snipers feel like with the crosshair burning into their eyes, or my old crt with the pause menu from super smash bros because I didn’t have a memory card

Just had a sugar OD eating the Applebee’s Mac n cheese

I hurt my elbow throwing plastic

New Year’s resolutions: Become more problematic Sleep through most of it OD on gas station drugs Stare at the sun every day

Herding dogs like a herding dog; nipping at heels, barking, teasing with treats and saying I’m not mad, just disappointed.

“It’s just a prank, bro!” as I blow my brains out with a .357 magnum revolver in the DMV right as the new photo is taken for my drivers license, as protected under the church of hyung jin moon

The problem with modern society is we focus too much on instant communication. With cloning, we can bring back the Carrier Pigeon and take a major stressor out of our collective lives; instant replies

My sleeper agent activation words are the purple category in today’s NYT games app

Merry Cripmas, Snoop Dogg.

Going from being “bleu cheese smells like feet” to “that tasty smell is actually cat piss?!” is called being an alcoholic former pothead chef.

Spend December 25th wrapped up in cloth like a cocooned caterpillar, gestating to arise again as a beautiful butterfree

That Twilight Zone episode where the criminal gets killed by police and (spoilers) gets sent to hell where he always wins at gambling and always has girls on his arms and whatever else he wants is just manosphere heaven