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“Bro, why do you have a number stapled to your wall?”

Only had one Toshiba, and it was put together poorly. Thermal paste was improperly applied and it would simply shut down within 30 minutes. It’s hard to find a faultless brand, but cheap hp laptops are rarely worth the money.

I’ve had two hp laptops and both shit the bed on me within the first year, so I don’t much care for their product philosophy. Vaio’s still my favorite. Despite being made of plastic, the little bugger still survived falling from a moderate height at least 5 times over 10 years. Eventually, the battery died and I couldn’t find a replacement. Rest in peace, you fiery bitch

Thank her for curbing your self destructive hobby

Could be said of 95% of all instances of flirting.

“Bro, we ran out of wet wipes days ago. Fucking stop leaving crusty fingerprints on my screen or I’m setting your background to your dad and dipping your phone in my cum jar.”

You seem like you might know, why’s it called fortnight?

Let me ask, do you really want another ace combat after half a decade without information? In all likelihood, the team has been gutted twice. The only similarities to its past might end up being art direction and the name.

Like, I enjoyed the new armored core and duke nukem, but they weren’t quite continuations of the previous games. Mecha sekiro and generic cringy subpar shooter 485 weren’t worth the wait. Though, I admit, I’m a hypocrite and holding my breath for silksong.

Profile picture? Couldn’t be me

It’s the greentext community. If you say you’re on the knife’s edge, I’ll wonder why you’re posting when you’re so close.

This finally made me look up how “gooning” became a slang term. Somehow, I found something even better.

Then explain his quote in this documentary, Mrs scientist.

To quote Neil Patrick Harris- “yes, I’m gay. Gay for that pussy. “

-Neil Patrick Harris

Quote attributable to one Neil Patrick Harris. His friends call him Neil. I’m not allowed to call him Neil.

Toss in some celery, carrots, onions, salt, and a heavy grind of fresh pepper for a spicy UTI.

Damn, I could have been disappointed even earlier? (I appreciate you pointing this out)

I was into it until the final reveal.

I write all of my own garbage. Except for the garbage I transcribe from the internet.

“So I see this gremlin with a mop of greasy, matted hair rounding the top of the stairs. It was gaunt and pockmarked. And pale, pale like the sun had never touched its skin. It smelled like death itself was climbing those steps, son. The kind of slow, shit covered death you find in hospice. The instant I perceived it, I knew that it needed to die. Some animal instinct within me understood that there was no place in this world for a thing so repulsive. I swear to god, if I ever see it again, I’ll incinerate both it and myself. I can’t let even its memory survive.”

*Tears streaming down their face* “Right on, dad.”

I think you in particular should use only one condom

Your not taking the old condoms off are you?

I made that mistake only once, a few weeks after my first time. I was young and reckless, with a crotch that felt like pounding fire. I know better now.