I’m at the button pressing factory, pressing a button. My boss comes by as I press the button. “You know SHeep, you really are valued here,” he says as I press the button. “Don’t know what we would do without you, you’ve stepping up to the challenge.” I nod, and press the button
When you’re lowkey in bed getting touched by a government mandated wolfcut catboy and you feel a bandaid over the hole that was left when they cut off his human ears and you realize he got injected with the woke mind virus with extra 5G and now your infected with RGB.
Any Minecraft civilization player joining events after State 2.5 can’t cook… all they know is main character syndrome, ask for the IP, yap, get married, be quirky to bait artists into drawing their skin & lie
My fingers are in the throat of my CEO boyfriend, muffling every moan I wring out. He’s on the edge of synergistic quarterly ROI increase as I use data-driven B2B sales to stimulate shareholders. He’s begging for my AI to revolutionize his revenue structure. I’m moving the needle
Blood falls from my severed arm. The monster engulfs me in shadow, raising its massive axe to finish the job. It’ll be my 576th time dying to the beast. As the axe is brought down, cleaving my skull in half, I’m able to murmur one more sentence.
“Game of the Year.”
I open my freezer door. I see grapes. Over the hum of the condenser I can just barely hear them, a chorus of green voices. Inside they are preserved, yet untouchable, inedible. Outside they are vulnerable, skin melting, flesh mushy. They ask me for help. I can’t help them.
Me and my fellow cavemen sit under a big rock, hiding from the T-Rex that’s currently destroying our village. I look over at Grug, who’s missing both his arms. He looks sad. I can’t understand why. Doesn’t he know how much our shiny rocks are going to be worth after this?
The bear fears the man with a gun.
The flea fears the man with a newspaper.
The man fears the man with a scary mask that looks like some kind of creepy ghoul or ghost.
Don’t be the man. Be the flea.
Knowledge is power.
DISGUSTING Gavin-or Gruesome is RUINING California by stealing all the gay immigrants and NOT giving me any! SAD! Gavin’s TINY cock and AVERAGE balls are clearly the issue. I’VE seen every governor’s penis, and I can confirm it’s the SMALLEST one! Pathetic! #CallMePedro
It’s hard to have an honest conversation on this app when one half of its users are Russian nazi bots and the other half are too busy fantasizing about dating a vampire girl with boobs so big she physically can’t bite your neck.