cloudquake

no I don't watch mlp

[what-even-is-thiss]

I think that now I’m one of those evil people in the movies that thinks an AI can’t be a person. I’m the guy saying that your robot girlfriend isn’t real. They’re gonna kill me during the matrix wars.

[prohaloplayer-deactivated202601]

your mom is a baked potato your dad's dumb ass is asparagus and you are a god damn green bean

[lucettalovesu]

they should pay girls $1000/hr to jack off in bed all day

[omgerd]

I’m the kind of person that will restart a song because i got distracted and wasn’t appreciating it enough.

[determinate-negation]

writing was invented for administrative purposes so really any other use of it is a perversion of the form

[threedollarsdotcom]

were are in debt they took our qr codes

[liberalsarecool]

"We need trilllions to replace all workers" is quite the ask for an industry that has no profits.

[redarmyscreaming]

[dallydewdrop]

strength training my pinky finger so i can make better promises

[gumy-shark]

playing stupid games but im really bad at them so im not even winning the stupid prizes

[gazeldhazel]

when you put your penis inside her and then move back and forth 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

[realagent47]

it’s impossible

[segamascott]

[egregore-engine]

When she’s on HRT and she

[heedra]

In elementary school, my best friend and I had this game we would play where we were school supplies living inside a child's desk and going on slice-of-life adventures inside it. And I remember that a key component of our school supply society was a sort of religious schism that existed around the purpose and nature of the giant hand that occasionally reached in to grab different citizens, use them, and then return them, because most school supplies considered this an auspicious and enviable moment of being selected for a greater purpose and allowed a glimpse of a vast truth, but pencils considered it a horrible portent of doom because they always got sharpened during it and came back smaller and closer to death. We were third graders btw.

[contemptible-scoundrel]

I suffer from something that can only be described as "grim postmonitions;" upon succeeding at a dangerous task, such as walking up an icy set of slate stairs, my mind flashes with all the ways it could have gone wrong, e.g. slipping and cracking my skull on the masonry. I become inordinately distressed at these visions, as if they are distinct, imminent threats, despite the danger having already passed

[viridiancolors]

i dont know if im blind but wetland takes me 10 minutes MINIMUM everytime

[incompletepuppets]

Salt your stink, miss?

[dogpuppy]