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Always bear in mind that there is absolutely no legitimate evidence that Luigi was actually the one who killed the insurance company guy.
Of course he wasn't. He was at a party with me that day.
No but like literally, actually. All bits aside.
He didn't do it.
The cops very clearly planted evidence on him because they had to make an arrest because all eyes were on them and whoever actually did the deed was making them look stupid.
Why would the real killer hero have kept the weapon on his person and traveled two states over while carrying it and a manifesto in his bag, conveniently turning the crime into a federal matter? The same guy whose bag they found in a park, filled with monopoly money? Why did the police turn off their bodycams, take Luigi's stuff, drive a block away, turn their bodycams back on, go back into the restaurant, and then arrest him?
From the moment of his arrest, even left-of-center media has been presuming his guilt without examining anything (e.g. calling him "the killer" instead of "alleged" or "accused") and then when I say he didn't do it, the nearest person chimes in with some quip that tells me they think he did do it but should go free anyway. Don't get me wrong, I would have the same attitude if he had done it. But he didn't. It makes me feel like the only sane person in the world, even among my staunchly leftist friends.
coworker who doesn’t care that you’re trans. coworker who complements your new haircut with a ‘tight fade, bro!’ coworker who takes you to sports bars and buys you too many beers so that it’s not as awkward when you hug chest to chest as your team wins. coworker who takes you to play sports with the other guys, hard contact sports like rugby and football and wrestling, just so he can knock you to the ground and feel his weight on top of you. coworker who rolls you a blunt in his backyard and lights it while it hangs from your lips. coworker who shotguns smoke into your mouth after you tap out of the rotation because ‘c’mon big guy, a little more won’t kill you!’ coworker who invites you camping to ‘toughen you up!’ and ends up fucking you hard, facedown, in the dirt, leaves, and twigs before dragging you back into the tent to give you a proper blowjob because ‘all men wanna get their dick sucked, bro. it feels amazing, i’ll show you!’
i am of the sincere belief that if ur on ur computer a lot you should visually customize it to high hell and back not just for funsies but also because it has literally made me less depressed before. its kind of like how rearranging your bedroom is good for your brain, yknow. i do stuff like this every few months
“bits to use in everyday conversations”
Turning the cuck chair around backwards to show I'm not like your other, boring cuckolds
*youth pastor voice* you know who else got nailed while all his friends watched? that's right,
No. 14 (White and Greens on Blue), Mark Rothko, 1998, Oil on Canvas, 90.2 × 69.9 cm
“scientists don’t want you know” is a phrase that always cracks me up because if you actually meet a scientist they will be shaking and crying like an overstimulated chihuahua with the need to let you know
lawyers and such
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hey everyone "I" have something to show "you"
Yeah so unfortunately, my friend was right. Muttering 'I'm gonna put on the greatest talent show this town has ever seen' darkly to myself is not only vastly funnier than saying I'm gonna kms, but is also somehow more concerning to anyone who might overhear it
At this point it's more disappointing than shocking that not a single assassin in the states can aim a fucking gun
Not fucking really
Lessons from the 90s that children today need
i think about this scene all the time
sleep is stolen time. don't let them take it from you anymore. tonight. we are staying up. til one billion o clock.