Enkidu was really a great friend, which, people who know, they’re everywhere, and you really can’t get better than that, the amazing things he did, and everybody knows it, like our wonderful war against the great bull, which we won by a lot, but Enkidu became very low energy like sleepy Joe and kept on complaining, and we couldn’t do anything for him, and we were all saying “come on Enkidu” but the woke left, you know, it just turns out sometimes, it’s the way things go, and I was feeling better than ever. And I still am, the energy is great, and it’s a great energy here today with you. Thank you for your attention to this matter.

What would actually be better is if forums gated posting behind a simple reading comprehension test. Unfortunately this would mean Tumblr users would be confined to their website for the rent of their lives.

No, they know they’re in too deep and it’s ride or die. The most decisive thing they’re going to do in from new on is eventually annihilate their families three days after Trump dies when he doesn’t come back to life.

Just got activated, huh?

Eat shit, homie. I mean that from the bottom of my heart.

Fuck this earth, man

Gumcels rise up

It’s different for women. “Miss” implies youthfulness but can also be used as a snide way of implying nobody wants to marry her, whereas “ma’am” implies deference on the part of the speaker but can also be used cruelly to imply she’s old and matronly. There’s basically no situation for a woman in which something neutral or positive can’t also be used as a way of making a dig at her for not being as good as a theoretical ideal woman.

Windmills again, Don Quixote?

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In 1987 I got mugged in East St. Louis and when the guy ran away I shot him in the back four times and took everything he had on him. When I got on my greyhound an hour later, the cops still hadn’t shown up, and it never even made a police blotter anywhere. The only record of that he ever existed is the knife he threatened me with, which I use to whittle toys for my grandkids.

Well you have to accelerate miserable conditions if you want the workers to rise up. People might die, but they’re just little trash people, so the ends justify the means.

My favorite band in high school died in drunken motorcycle crashes 20 years before I was born

Nice AI generated poster, but I feel like this is more true to the spirit of its message

Other places in the world thankfully have edible roots and tubers still, so lives centuries ago weren’t completely wasted by virtue of having stuff like turnips and yams and so on, but there really is no substitute for the tomato.